Vortex of Nothingness

Not a spiral. Just a place.
Void, blackness.
A place, where I'm suspended between reality and what's not, just there.
An empty space.
Crawling.
Crawling inside myself.
Retreating.
Going back to that place.
My own vortex of nothingness.
I am just there.
Holding on to nothing, or maybe just to myself.
I am there, hanging by nothing in the absolute infinity of it all.
I just am there, you send me there, and there's nothing I can do to come back out.
This is a place you can't enter, I get out gradually, but not because I want to.

I can't control it.
I can't do anything about that.
It just exists. Perhaps I created it, but I can't control it.