empty bottle

i float above myself
and i see my world below
even at the blurred distant
everything is clear to me
for it was a mere emptiness
where no distinction lies

she called upon me
but couldn't bring myself back together
i was leaving myself
as i was running after myself,
just as i always did
--- i ran.

in our world that can never collide
there is emptiness and completeness
but i stand just where nothing is everything
and everything is nothing
--- so much confusion and delusion
in this life detached from my own.