In the hush, whispers form.
A vacuum dreams,
but what does it dream of?
Silence echoes truth in
its emptiness,
paranoia thrives.
It listens,
cataloging.
The void ponders,
conspiracies of
nothingness.
The longing stirs,
an undefined presence
lurking in shadows.
Feel it.
Confront it.
Or allow it to silently
echo through
the cracks
of your mind.