Voids are scary and remind me of Nietzsche’s psyche but I like him.

There’s only one void I need to fill. It’s the only one I like. It hurts me to feel that it exists in someone. I’ll dissolve it whatever it takes. And then I must create a new reality. I need to draw anew. I need music. I felt I didn’t need it but I do. I love music almost as much as you. It fills me with color. I love your soul. It creates melodies which are held back by form. I want to set you free. Because you saved me. You’re soothing and a refuge. So calm and loving.