The Empty Space Inside That Nobody Knows About

Here, again, I find myself
upon my tired bedroom floor, considering
the empty space inside that nobody knows about
and nothing more.

I wonder what will grow there
or if, indeed, it could be filled?
Whether one could plant a seed
and watch it shoot and blossom
and flourish into the
most beautiful plant
your eyes have ever seen.

What if a small creature
no bigger than
the palm of your hand
were to scurry there
and burrow
and claim it as its own land?

What then?
At least
the empty space inside that nobody knows about
would be of some use.

It would have a purpose,
a place,
a reason to exist.

For now,
it is just an ache
that fails to fade away
with the kick of
strong morning coffee
and the half-hearted smiles
of strangers
as they make their way
to work
or the movies
or-

-are they full themselves?

Or,
like me,
on my tired bedroom floor,
are they missing a component?

Like a mug
without its tea,

a cot
without its child,

a white canvas
without its artist.

If the space was filled
would it then be missed?

Perhaps, it is a garden.
With flowers
and bees
and butterflies!
Perhaps it is a space
one might,
someday, wish to hide
away from
reality
and the rain clouds.

Because, sometimes,
it rains.

And, sometimes
the rain is so heavy that
the empty space inside that nobody knows about
cannot contain any more
and it floods
and the water spills out
and it is salty
and unpleasant
all over my
tired bedroom floor.

However,
I hope,
someday,
the empty space inside that nobody knows about
will be filled.

Until then
it remains empty-

-just a dull ache somewhere in my soul.

But, as the rain falls,
at least it will make
the flowers grow.

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