And prodded the folds of her mind
Of what thoughts to share,
But there were none.
The hollowness of her thoughts screamed louder than the most deafening silence
It kills to see how little we have to give, when the gifts we offer are most precious
Writer searched through the nothings,
Throwing out everything there
Each thought too precious to give
Till she gave up.
Out came the truth: All she had to give