hole

A hole
is nothing
by itself
it needs a surrounding material
to define it
maybe that's why
I long to surround myself with new
cities
friends
hobbies
always reaching for new externalities to define me
because I'm nothing without
what I'm not
I just feel like
a void
so hungry
so needy
nothing could fill it
no success, no ambition, no love, no comfort
an infinite well
that waters none
feeds none
drains all
I'm like that children's toy
the bucket with the cutout holes in different shapes
and I'm desperately cramming in any old thing
none of it fits
but I make it fit
plastic
can still make you feel
full