Void.

Can smoke fill the void?

Can ashes fill the void?

Can tears fill the void?

But the void already feels heavy… What makes it so heavy? How can emptiness feel so heavy?

A deep breath, inhaling a lung full of air… does that fill the void?

It pushes the void up… Up till your neck, your throat. And then you exhale. And it goes right back where it was.

Can money fill the void?

Can material fill the void?

Void doesn’t float. It sinks. Taking you down with it.

And how do you fill this void? How do you empty the void to be able to fill it again?

How can an empty feeling feel so heavy? That you can’t hold it anymore.

The void is brimming….yet it is an empty space.

How will you ever fill something which feels so empty, yet full?

This void is deep. Consuming you.

Will you come out of it enriched if you immerse yourself completely in it? Or are you better off preserving it..like a potion? Looking at it. Holding it. Feeling it. But not drinking it. . .and making it a permanent part of yourself, rushing through your veins.

This void after all is empty. Would you let it engulf you? Or would you just stare at its invisible, transparent potency?