It amazes me...
And gives me a sense of joy...
That everytime I think everything is perfect,
There it is.
I find that empty space in me...
That seemed to cause my restlessness.
I get tired at times,
But not giving up.
Because in this restless self...
In my empty part,
I find life.
And the reason to live.
Only when I fill it in completely,
I may rest.
~jerlin~
(But heck no, not now!!! I'm just havin' the taste of it!!!)