A pit, a burrrow, a hole
I feel a hollow right here
Can you see it?

I can put my hand right in..
Deep, deep and deep..
I penetrate as far as I can, find nothing...
A hollow... Emptiness..

This is nothing material...
Laughter echos...
Its me, my heart...

You can pour anything in, I feel not a thing.

Choice may have a great say in this, but does it really?

I can see, I can breathe, I can touch.....
Nothing

Its a void
I know not what made it, what will break it...
Shake it

Numb and blunt
Breathing, yes.. Still breathing...