My Nothing

   Everything changes when my nothing visits. When it is around I would rather listen to the sound of my own nothing than my music. I would rather sit patiently as my nothing tells me nothing. I would rather consume my nothing than any food around, and I would rather absorb my nothing than feel anything else. I don't wish it was around when its not, and I don't want it to go when it comes. I don't know what makes it stay or leave, maybe it just likes to hang out. I am its someone as much as it is my nothing. I don't know if I need it or not, I don't know when it started appearing or if my nothing will keep visiting. I know nothing about my nothing.