Oh, it's nothing.

I find myself sitting and staring into an open, white space
Nothing to clog the senses
Nothing to force defenses
Just
White
Just
Space
Nothingness and it feels so great; so inspiring; so refreshing
The nothingness courses through my veins

I find myself sitting and staring into a closed, dark room
Can't see what lies ahead
Can't see what surrounds
Just
Dark
Just
Space
Nothingness and it feels so tense; so frightening; so pressuring
The nothingness courses through my soul

I find myself sitting and staring out into the courtyard
I see everything
I see everyone
All
Around
All
Alive
But still a nothingness, but it feels normal.
The nothingness is there, whether empty or full, dark or light

The nothingness is what fuels us.
The nothingness is our muse.
The nothingness is everything.
The nothingness is nothing.