Are you empty, if everything filling you up is nothing of your own making?
Are you empty, if you need others to give you a sense of direction?
Sometimes, it feels like I'm empty.
Other times, I'm much too full for my own liking.
There's no balance, no real balance, only two extremes.
And I'm switching back and forth in between.
I'm empty. I'm full. I'm nothing. I'm everything.
But most of all:
I STILL AM.
And that, maybe, is the most important thing of all.
