I am a vacuum.
I am negative space.
My mind is a cardboard box, filled with cardboard boxes. I taste of metal.
I fear everything.
I fear the vastness, of the nothingness, of the endlessness.
I want peace.
I know nothing of peace.
I am a reactionary device, I posses no substance of value.
I transform to how I perceive myself through your eyes.
I am here to appease you.
I require forever validation.
Without you. Who am I. Without you. I am nothing.
I am nothing.
