The Void

For those who think that it is impossible to make something out of nothing
Let me tell you that I know that isn’t true ya see,
When I am depressed I am enveloped in a void
The void from which the majority of my art finds its origin
A species of works which will build into an ecosystem
The void is a womb in which my art flourishes
Developing at a rapid rate
Pushed out through a means that isn’t appropriate for dinner table conversation
And yet when you examine the inside there are no means for life to be there
Signs of sentience are simply non existent and yet I still live
And I will keep living

Reviews

[Brandon Wile]

Loved it, I have one called The Void as well although different subject matter entirely, it's kinda cool to see similar titles and then different directions. I really enjoyed your writing here and "the void" you speak of I can relate, It's more difficult to write from a point of contentment and even happiness than it is in the threshold of depression, anxiety, etc, as anyone who produces art finds out at some point. Great job

[E.J. Michalec]

I agree completely! Thank you!