Abyss Stories

I stood there, gazing into that empty, yawning abyss. I felt a strange nostalgia. A melancholy that was both familiar and unnerving. I knew this place, long ago.Time began to slow.My tears began to flow.I have arrived.Goodbye.

As I gaze into the gaping hole,I'm amazed at nothingness inside.No contents, just a quartet of shiny walls. My hunger may be temporarily quelled,but my bag of crisps is empty. One handful after another,salty goodness fills my being.Crunching and munching,I smile. But as I look into the gaping abyss,I long for more. Can I have some more crisps please?Damn I ate all my crisps.