Seeking the Unknown.

I look around, and I see faces. Smiling faces. Frowning faces. Some indifferent. Some smiling at me. I smile back. It is the lips that smile. Not the eyes. People talk. I talk along. The mind still wanders. There still is a void. A void that people cannot fill. Nor can their empty smiles and hollow talks. I talk, I smile, I exist. I love, I hate, I cry. While I still look, to fill the void. Everything is as it is supposed to be. But nothing is as it should be. the void can be deceptive. Keeping itself buried. Acting like it doesn't exist. But sometimes creeping around the mind, smothering thought. I know not what the mind seeks. I know not what will fill the void and fulfill me. It is something only time will tell.