What fills the emptiness in your life? You’d be lying if you say you never feel empty. I’d be lying if I say there is no emptiness in my life. I open eyes in the morning to another day of pointless breathing. I look at the scars on my arms that sing songs of my pyrrhic victory on life. I look at the mirror and a hollow face stares back. I walk out into the world and see craters surrounding my existence. I sit down in peace and a void envelopes me. An emptiness fills the emptiness in my life.