Boundaries of emptiness.

I wonder how far can my mind wonder off to knowing well that everywhere i go in my mind, there will always be a blockade that persistently ruin the fundamental experience of consciousness traversing the depth of my unconsciously nihil world of nothingness.
Which is the origin of every single thought that have i come up with. Till now as i write, sober i am from the wondrous world of nightmarish dreams nor the agonizing yet tranquil serenity that i had long time ago.
I myself start to wonder... Am i normal for thinking this? Is this really myself writing this or is this my consciousness screaming for help? Or is this just an individual contemplating about life, death, and nothingness?

To be Continued.