Empty Space

Trying to find meaning in nothing.

I peer into my mind and find that it is filled with a vast emptiness that would rival the most simple of men.

"Should I fill this space?" I ask myself. "Why, yes you should." I say happily.

I run around looking for items to fill the void. 

I place bookshelves here and hang blank paintings on my invisible walls.

I smile as my empty space slowly begins to fill. 

Something is still not right though. It still feels a little empty. 

So I grab books from the library down my street and I cram the shelves with Dr. Seuss, Stephen King and a guy named Arthur Will Beet. 

But why, why do I still feel empty? More, I need more. 

So I ask others for items that will help me fill my seemingly infinite mind. 

They throw movies and recipes and three different bibles inside of my head. 

Two ways to make pancakes and two versions of Judge Dredd. 

The Theory of Evolution and a color called Red. 

Mathematics and science and something called Art. 

Maps of the world and the planets far apart. 

When it is all done I stop and look around. 

But the emptiness has grown and doubled in size. 

"What did I do wrong!?" I scream. I look to the darkness, this enemy I fought. 

I realize this endeavor was futile, this emptiness keeps growing whether I fill it or not.  

Author's Note

Maybe changing the font will make it a little bit different.

Reviews

[Urja Gokani]

amazingly written keep it up and well penned!