The Seamless(?) Void

One of my worthless minute-sketches.

I feel empty beyond words, as I always do.

I feel a poem budding up though. I don't want it to be a mere few words that I put together to sound pretty or eloquent; any person well-versed in English(or any other language for that matter) can do that. A true writer always puts himself in his works, one way or another, by choice or subconsciously.