The Empty Room

No lines, no circles

No corners, no edges

No ground, no sky

It’s the empty space of thoughts.

 

I crave to create it every day

In me, around me

to just keep, nurture and grow what’s in my heart.

 

But it all gets fuzzy with reality

The reality of solids, liquids & gases.

What’s the matter, I ask myself.

It is not what’s around me,

Everything in me is matter worth knowing

or so I feel.

But then what’s in me is made with what’s around me, no?

 

So, I un-build the walls of graphics,

I deconstruct the comfort of a couch,

I melt that cup of coffee.

Because all I want is nothing,

For me to create everything.

 

An empty room

for me to look up at my dreams

to look around at my thoughts

to smile at my imagination.

To empty out & fill in all over again.

The company

I have experimented being alone. I have dived deep into the idea of doing things all by myself. I have pledged to find my way, my way. I have failed. I went on an exile to try & find myself. I found myself in him, in her, in this and that. There was no real me; there was no one person that I could nail down to. I was spread everywhere.

It was one of those days when I realized that my happiness & peace rested in inspiring people and getting inspired. It was that day I decided that there was no point in claiming the world alone. Because you aren’t.

I have done things, yes. Thankfully, I am proud of at least a few. None of these milestones were achieved alone and none of those glorious moments belong entirely to me. 

I am indebted to you; my yes, my no, my go, my ‘keep it up’, my ‘let’s do it’, my ‘alarm’, my ‘come along’, my ‘teach me’, my ‘come over’, my ‘let’s plan’, my ‘wake up’, my ‘sleep off’, my ‘what’s up’, my ‘brilliant’, my motivation, my inspiration, MY COMPANY.