Empty

	She opened the irresistible urn, And her gifts left her, Escaped from her grasp, all of them. Yet, in the space that now seemed empty, One voice remained, It spoke to her (and will speak to you). When all seemed lost, Pandora had Hope. -Jason		Endless clatter As the bed knocks into the hostel's standard sized study table. Our bodies are held together By utter chaos. And our minds glued By absolute nothing. Empty vessels Make more love. -Nikita