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.