Etrnl Storm

Empty it sits...
Teasing. Mocking. Intimidating.
Not being, Not Loving, Not Living, Not existing.
I wonder...
Would it fade into nothing if I left it there, Gone?
Would it shatter into a million pieces, broken?
I Look...
I see every detail, every flaw, every memory, every nonexistent breath.
I think...
for a while,
about this,
and yet I get no answer.
Silent It Sits...
I wonder how it can be, I look at it's essence, I think that it is beautiful.
I hope it answers me eventually, but for now,
Silently I sit, Just watching, wondering, thinking, looking, thinking, and becoming one.