There's Nothing

I seem to have the talent of getting myself into situations that I really don't want to be in.

It's usually the result of a curiosity for something different, a fascination perhaps of pushing past my own warning sensors. 

Here I am, midnight, searching for something. A distraction perhaps, a human connection, or just anything with any substance to it.

There's nothing

At this moment, at this point I can't find it. 

But I keep searching, hoping to find a salve for the empty feeling I currently have. 

I know that it's pointless, and perhaps I should turn my mind again to reading instead of this empty search. 

I'm reaching out to the void and grasping, trying to find myself there, but comming up short. 

SG