Nihilum

There it is
again;
the nothingness that i feel.
The sweet sour sorrowful loneliness.
Dark is an absence of light.
And Black an absence of colour.
My heart craves Light and Colour.
My heart craves...

I once told a friend
who felt the same
to fill this aching void
with a passion.
To use Art as a mortar between the bricks.
Yet
I have run out of the mixture to make mortar.

I question
whether i even have bricks anymore

Was this all a facade?
Or am i just really bad at following my own advice?

- Dorian. C. Major