Mixtape | Poetry

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Human bodies are 99.999996% empty space, Google tells me.
I smile and whisper that I already knew it. My body has always empty - empty of words, empty of emotions, empty of dreams. There was always a void that fills me up - blank spaces are all that I have for poems, empty talks to my mother and my friends, a breath that barely fills my lungs.
I couldn't find things to fill in the gap ever.

There'd be days when l feel like I barely hold anything in. I could float somewhere to the sky, dissolve in the blue of the sky and erase my traces, my origins, so that I could finally become what I was meant to be - a void.

But instead, I chose to be a poet. You ask me how I could write when all I've is nothing and I tell you that it's not the things, that you have, that make you a poet; it's the things, that you don't, that make you a poet.

So, I tell my body to not float away this time, to hold on a little longer to the ground for I'm writing my poems and I'm almost done. When I will, I will place them well in all my blank spaces and maybe someday, I'll realise that maybe I was not just 99.999996% empty space.

Author's note:
This is one of my favorite pieces. :')