Empty Spaces

A plained view of the ceiling. The fan looked dry and weak. There are empty Spaces all around me. Even filled with emptiness that didn't exist. The plain, the emptiness, the pain and the suffering. Its all within. In me. My body, my feelings, my day, my night, my morning and my afternoon. I'm looking around for something, some meaning, something inspiring. Its all around. Its all there. The emptiness is within me. I'm waiting for something, something meaningful, something that will make me somebody, something that will make me visible. Something that will make people notice me. Its all coming. Its all here. But i keep on waiting. Waiting in a never ending emptiness.