Sometimes I feel empty. A despairing, falling,
like a vacuum that pulls me into it’s bottomless abyss.
It seems to begin in my throat, where it catches hold of my breath,
and drags it deep into the depths of my being.
sometimes I look closer,
at this falling, despairing.
And sometimes I feel like I am not empty.
Rather, I am overflowing.
Overflowing with a wanting,
that will rise and engulf me, fervid and rife.