bird

Look. Think. Wander. It is all empty, empty for you to insert what one desires. A void of nothingness where everything can be created filling the nothingness, but that is only if one desires it. Desires to make something of the nothingness. Desire, an addiction to more--to things greater than what is in front of them. A dier addiction that causes one to crave more, crave better, crave the creation of new and revolutionary ideas.

Bird. Bird flies across. Across the vast empty space of everything. Looking up to the bird as it peacefully flies across--across looking for its own desires. Desires of something. It wills the desire to find happiness, to find peace.

Be the bird. You are the bird. The bird is you, and you are the bird. You are the one flying and moving majestically through the vastness of nothingness, waiting for something to be created, but you are the one that needs to create it. It is up to you. It waits on you, or it will not. Maybe it will come and go like a bird. You need to chase it. Give yourself what you need to will to catch the prey, or cease to exist. It is up to you. It will or will not wait for you. Take the risks, be the everything in the nothingness.