The Void

I feel so empty. Like there's a void in me and it's sucking me in. A dark void. A hole. Emptiness. 

I've been praying to God lately. Trying to rekindle a relationship I've lost with my Lord. He understands me best I'm sure. I cry to Him. I plead with Him. I am selfish. I ask for forgiveness after I realize how much I've sinned but forget Him in the act of sinning. I say to myself "I'm human" and "He gave me the urge to sin so why is He mad". But then in the middle of the night when I'm alone, I wake up from bad dreams. It's my soul telling me she needs her Creator. And so I've listened to her. I need my Creator too. I need His approval. His mercy. His compassion. 

But I also need love. To me, love is defined as "a void". We either fill it, or we live with it being empty. I've had both. I've had a great love. The void was full. It illuminated my existence. Till it became destructive. Till it got so big, it ate all that surrounded it. Consumed me whole and then I wasn't there anymore. I had changed completely. And on one night, just as quickly as it had been filled, the void combusted. It emptied itself out and there I was. Empty again. Trying to rebuild what had been lost. Putting back the pieces consumed by this love so that I can be somewhat whole again. 

But love is a void. No matter how you go around it, its absence leaves you empty. Forever anxious for its reappearance. People say if you're good with your Creator, the void isn't so bad. You occupy yourself with that which is greater than the love of a human. You give your love to God Himself. But even God Himself created Adam and Eve for one another. He could've easily had Adam live off the love of The Devine. Yet, that is not the case and that has not been how humanity has sustained its growth. 

So as I rebuild my relationship with God and as I try to rebuild myself, I've come to realize I can no longer deny that within me, there's a void waiting to be filled. That there's always something missing. Something that could be better. An itch I can never stop scratching. It's that extra pinch of salt you want add to your food to make it just right.... But you can't have it. At least not yet. 

Love is a void. We either fill it, or get used to living with it being empty until it is filled again.