Empty

empty

A dry, flat space

Full of nothing

Full of time

Time to waste

Time to lose

Do you want to point out your nothingness like a new shiny accomplishment?

To access it like an uncovered memory that fills out your nothing

To shatter your expectations

Your heart,

To unlock your trauma

And fill it with a new sort of nothing?

Is it a heavy burden

Or physical weight?

Is nothing worthwhile to offer a free room to rent inside your mind?

I feel nothing

I feel empty

I can’t hold onto the feeling

It whispers sanctuary.

Sanctimonious fortitude in the midst of heavy lifting and painful feelings

Nothing is something insidious

Isn’t it?

You feel it better than something,

It holds onto you stronger than your normal everyday something,

It rocks you and pulls you under worse than all the new sorts of

Things, even

Everything

And yet, it is empty and full of stuff you cannot grab or touch or hear or smell or taste

Nothing is important

Can you still see me…

Like I am slowly filling in the lines of a proper

Empty space.