you told me stories about black holes in outer-space
about the void which exists
and the lack of existence itself
you told me about the lack of being
of living
of thinking
of dying
about the emptiness- and the lack of, therein
and the whole time
all I could think of
was how the black holes
and the void
and the labyrinth
have no right to complain of emptiness
of isolation
of darkness
when there are people
with souls like mine
present in this world