Empiric thoughts of a vintage soul

Adjust your focus.

Image by: Radhika Udas The heart pounds louder when your insides feel empty. You could take a magnifying glass to assess the hollowed out shell of a being you are now, but I suggest you’d rather not.  Sure, we all see an envelope of nothingness digging a pit in your soul, but should you really dread it? Emptiness has earned itself the title of the worst kind of death because of the absence of feeling. It is said that there is no sound or gentle wind but absolute darkness in emptiness.  I disagree. You can hear your heart beating, isn’t it? Every time you shut the drapes, hear them drop with a fret.  Notice the dust that has accumulated on a pile of books you never read. The clock is ticking regularly and the door of your cupboard still creaks.  But most of all listen to the fluttering of those pages nestled at the corner of your side table, asking you to write again. I am not here to convince you that there is a sound to emptiness; I am only here to remind you t