Advent Nihilism: A drenching of apathetic novelty.

It is not that, the bitterness of yesterday has been dispelled from the obtuse dialect of my rumination, or that it has waned, by the abeyant oblivion of inurement. It is rather that, some faculty of the conscious, has been rendered obsolete, and the vital distractions of memory, have hence, mutually succumbed into the 'nothing' of nihilism, videlicet the wombless dearth of the desolate. A cleansing from all carnal ambitions, those such as greed and revenge, has purified my heart, and the demons of caprice have flocked from my residence. It is unfortunate now, that the light of day, has cast a strange spell upon me, and my soul is listless, from its bleach. My ventures, which were once endued with the wayward debauchery of diseased passions, the gangrene of misery and hostility, it is all gone. I sit now in the quiet of the day, without the nerves of disquiet or the strain of abhorrent methods. The pain of the unrequited, left me dejected, and all that ensued, was the sepulchre of incubatory solitude, but now having imbibed the leisures of life, nesting in the torrents of daylight, I feel an unfathomable sensation of nothing.