An ever encompassing truth,
That death fervently follows life
Hollowed out and urging inward
It disrespects time with ardent faith
This I know, in truth, as inescapable
And bountiful as never ending sorrow
Reclusive, as existential dread insists
We are the ever ending night…lost
In this, we are the blank spaces
We fill a sentence with meaning
Given faith alone, we must thrive
And, touch the skies, as we dream
To see and know, to touch and feel
We pulse with meaning, as time escapes
Sense the moment, and exist within
We are the blank spaces…
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 