Empty Space

(I wrote this a while back, while my laptop was out of service as I waited for my  new power cord to arrive.)


Watching a movie.
Their walls - empty - so much empty space.
I look around and my walls are covered with pictures, posters... not one wall left unbroken and empty.
Am I afraid of emptiness?
My house is cluttered, packed with knick knacks, memorabilia, collectibles, junk.
I fill my hours, too. Afraid to think.
My computer is dead & I'm lost.
So much empty space, empty time.
Every moment, I want to look something up, type something, play a game, order something, talk to someone.

I am alone & haunted by the breathing space.