i_am_empty pSyche I see it in those laugh lines on your face. Lines which long ago gave way to sighs, instead of laughs. The sighs that you utter when you finally despair, and you realize that your hope is as tangible as the air. When you realize that I am empty, and all your jokes, smiles, loving words and truest of kindnesses cannot fill me. I am an earth unquenchable, ever empty, ever yearning to be filled, and ever dissapointed. There is no full. So I am not empty. I just am. I merely exist. 060618 ... Ouroboros vicodin 060714 what's it to you? who go blather from