Its always something...

An Empty Room, filled with nothing other than myself. Filled with everything inside me. An Empty World, filled with nothing other than life. Filled with everything inside life. An Empty Heaven, filled with nothing other than souls. Filled with everything inside a soul. Nothing is Empty, and Nothing is Full. The TWO live within each other. In the beginning there was nothing but silence within the sound, and yet there was a sound within the silence.