The pain. The ache. The emptiness. It is all-consuming. It has become all I know. It is all I feel. It is a voice within me. Effortlessly deep. Fathomlessly immeasurable. And it is hungry. The only thing left to feed it is me. And it is always hungry. Never is it satiated. I’m stuck walking a line between an obliteratingly normalcy that borders on boring and a terrible destruction. No one left…