Empty

{written on 11-23-05}

Empty skies,

empty like my eyes.

All thoughts are gone.

I need no thoughts.

I need the still,

the cold,

the empty,

the world.

Comforting me,

caressing me,

numbing me.

I am nothing in this world,

just as the single leaf

that falls slowly to the ground

is nothing compared to the huge,

towering tree.