Vacuum

I am not.

I am not.

I was somewhere in the past,

a place lost almost as many stars in the sky cleared.

I do not have.

I do not come.

I do not know, but I knew.

And who can say if one day I will know again?

I do not want.

I do not expect.

I do not search.

And when looking at bottom knew I would not find anything.

I do not eat.

I do not sleep.

I do not speak.

I do not stop.

In times when stopped, I felt like the rain that comes up to beat the heat.

I felt happy.

I felt good.

I felt myself.

I felt.

It has long been no more feel.