Inanity

Not really a poem but an extract; an idea. Monologue. A thought of the literal meaning of common expressions. We need them to explain things which are too complicated to explain. We understand.

I know what people mean when they say they feel empty. Not really out of experience, but with the use of words one comes to understand when each term is applicable to each scenario, even when you need one that expresses the lacking of words to represent an accurate sense of meaning. Feeling empty could not be possible, for the mere reason that we are never actually empty. Maybe you are just hungry. I could imagine how a glass of water would feel without its water, but again, I can't place myself in the glass' shoes... Glasses don't have shoes. And yet we create these expressions that carry meaning. They generate a constant awareness of life being not just words, but raw empathy and unlucky misunderstandings. So we communicate though expressions born from this sense of emotion we perceive in commonly still pieces of our world. Just because we are human and can create the means to meaning, because we explain beauty we want others to admire. Just like trying to explain the stillness of the earth as you described the emptiness in your chest. And I can feel the freezing nothingness of my lungs and the vacuuming of my heart. And now there's just numbness. I can still see the world around me but I don't feel I’m in it. There are a lot of people and they just pass by in their own worlds and I’m a ghost present in all of them and in none. None of them. It hurts, but at the same time it doesn’t. it’s not pain… it’s just the acknowledgement of being a presence without a cause.

Author's Note

I really don't think this can be called a poem, can it? but i really don't know where to put it. i right this type of thing, these thoughts, all the time. it weird, but tell me what you think!
thank you!