In the middle of the emptiness
you sit silently breathing life into me
changing everything
it can get so loud outside its hard to follow the frequency
but the tug at the center remains
you’re the cold bright place that aches to play games
In the midst of nothingness
you cry a bit of laughter into existing
and even when external forces hide the humor from me
You fashion my thoughts into the deadliest things
the pull to the storm’s eye summons me
source material that’s never-ending
You’re the pulsating purpose at the point of my being
changing everything

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