The Longing of Vacuum

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.

What if the hollow had
intentions?
What if it yearned?
Beware the whispers
of the void.

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.