an introduction to the void
the void rears its head inside of nearly every day. a dark and inexplicable presence radiating out from the center of myself.
there’s a man who shares his deepest thoughts with me, and i share them back.
perhaps that’s the scary part about the void. one thousand men could stare into my eyes and say they love me, but the void will always be hungry. never satisfied.
the void wasn’t made for the man to feed.
the void is an opening. a mouth. an invitation. a gathering place of answers to all of the unknown things.
the void begs to be explored. tasted. kissed. but not by men. not by anyone or anything other than my own curiosity.
