I often find myself staring out windows, looking outside to see who I am inside.

I was staring out my bedroom window, a cool night breeze blowing the smell of sprinkler water ever so slowly through the dusty window screen, and all I saw was darkness, nothingness.

No lights or cars or metal or concrete. Just the blackest night.

That is me, my insides.

My heart, dark and unfeeling. A nothingness.

A nonentity, starless eyes, no signs of the sun in the sky.