Starry Nite

Great work here. I read it and thought I need to see more. If you threw everyone out of your box how would one know you fell down? No one will care much until you first care enough first. btw Empty Box is quite a poem that goes depths into dark that most goths here wish they could write. You, have a mind, a very strong mind. It is as if you sit so high above and look in. You are removed. Only one with enormous intelligence can get there. It seem like the world is a tin can with you on its rim looking in. A few others are there too but those who get there sit in silence never acknowledging each other. Like an Oracle of dark Gods who just need not chat.