Fill the Void

It got so much worse. Of course.  I checked to see if my phone was turned off, if my internet service had been interrupted.  After exercising in the late morning and then taking sun on the dock at Country Club College which is abandoned for summer, I came home, showered, and went out for lunch.  It was late, sure, maybe, but NOBODY was ANYWHERE.  I went to eat.  I walked the street.  I went to the Boulevard.  Empty.  Abandoned.  Everybody was somewhere else.  Too bad, too, as the weather was gorgeous.  I shopped by myself for a bit wandering in and out of shops.  A beautiful woman at Restoration Hardware approached me with a smile and a beautiful voice that reminded me of Prodigal Girl, but she was a new employee in an empty store.  Her eyes were alive to see if I recognized she was pretty, but I refused.  I think.  I will go back another time to see.  The afternoon waned.  The air got warmer.  And then home.

Many of my friends have it worse, I know.  Bad kids, bad wives.  I saw the species when I went for sushi tonight, tormented men, tortured women, wanting what they once had, what they would have again. I know.  There is a hollowness for everyone all the time.  Living is just the matter of filling the void.  Fill the void.  Fill the void.  Fill the void.