I find that I spend a significant amount of time throwing words out into a great, empty space.
I call this empty space "Nothing."
Sometimes I feel as though Nothing listens better than anything, so I tell Nothing just about everything.
I speak so much more smoothly and my words fit together so much more nicely when I talk to Nothing. When I talk to anyone else, I often find myself wordless, flustered, and afraid. Afraid of the truth, that is.
But when I talk to Nothing, words come easily. And the truth is simple.
Someday, I will meet a man who will replace Nothing.
And I will call him Everything.