The Open Empty

 by Zinta Aistars    I'm always feeling it, needing it, but never more than now, when space has become so packed, time spread so thin, so that my mind feels caged and claustrophobic, and my spirit bangs around inside me in silenced scream. I need open, empty space.That place, that space, that comes between chores, errands, obligations and duties. That place, that space, that appears between busyness and rat race.That vast emptiness that the uninitiated refer to as boredom, but the wise...