There’s an emptiness at the heart of any compressed space.
The air that fills a dome; an unanswered echo.
There’s an emptiness in my heart
That reminds me
All of my ideas are empty.
The floating leaves from a fumbled folder
Flying papers littering the sky.
This emptiness must remind you
How light and flimsy your desires really are,
How gently they fall from the sky to the floor
A confetti of mercy and good intentions.
Shredded emotions that fall at your feet.
They are, in the end, compared to Nothing,
Merely the fleeting litter of this mind.