I wondered if the jars on the shelf are as empty as the jar in hand, and what happens when all the jars are discarded only to reveal a cupboard barren?
Will I then feel as hollow as I knew I was all along – or is that a vacuous emotion as well?
Maybe the emptiness is too far gone?
Empty of emptiness, absent of something and the presence of nothing.
A medicated nihility – lacking of lows and completely devoid of highs.
No more fear of tomorrow’s empty hellos or pointless goodbyes; a void husk of vacancy goes to a place where all things die.
All this to only learn that the yearning to feel nothing has left me barely alive.
Phoenix From Words 