I understand there is vacuum.
I understand the empty spaces
Somewhere within
The emptiness of the mind.
What I cannot grasp
Are the depths within it.
Seeking a vehicle to travel
Through this void.
Resistance and acceptance
Stand at logger heads.
Fight the friction
Of human nature and will?
Or flow with the wind
And travel aimlessly?
Or is there a another way
To unravel the mysteries
Of the inevitable circumstances
And stop the looming thoughts
Playing in loop
Hovering over each moment
As bouts of strength appear and disappear
In awkward repetition?
What if the blankness grows
Larger and larger?
Making the journey longer
With every depth I counter.
Or should I abandon
The passage itself
And wait for the vacuum to seize.
Will it seize to exist at all?
Vacuum cannot exist without
The friction of nature and change.
So I get down on my knees
And submit to modification.
Allow nature to take its own course
While I watch myself from a distance,
See my empty picture
And laugh at my self
Saying: take over.