breathing life…

there is no better sensation than coming into a new life… into facing a new challenge, in redefining what already is defined. 

emptiness fills void. 

void encapasulates reality. 

reality blinds the weak.

there is no room for those who fill their voids with emptiness, there is no tomorrow for those who encapsulate their realities with void, and there is no meaning for those weak who blind themselves with reality.

because reality is nothing but another fiction.

fiction is but another reality.

defining this sense is nothing different from recoloring the blue skies, repainting the mona lisa and refilling buckets with air.

what is void is empty.  empty is void.  reality is nothing but empty waiting to be filled with another emptiness.

realization is also empty:  I am empty, void and weak.