Void

I stay up at nights.
I stare at the emptiness.
I hear the sound of silence.
I feel the cramping void.

And, I like it.

The peace of mind; un-parallel.
The clarity of thought; unscathed.
The air of reassurance; unpolluted.
The brevity of expression; uninhibited.

And, I like it.

I travel with my thoughts, at large.
And seek answers to many questions.
The frictions of life slide by my comprehension.
Mocking my desperate self.

And, I like it.

For it fuels my urge.
For it gives me purpose.
For it makes me thirsty.
For it keeps me awake.

And.
I like it.