It's something I love, but don't understand.

I recently read a book in verse.

I read it for the millionth time,

and it hits hard every single time. 

And it didn't make me think too hard

at first.

it didn't make me sad, 

it just left me feeling...

empty.

Not the bad empty, 

but the good kind.

Where you're fulfilled 

and you want to think more about it,

but you're barely scratching the surface.

It's like when you get 

super interested in something,

and you want to know everything about it,

but the something you're super interested in is 

the string theory,

where you don't know everything about it,

and you're not anywhere near 

getting an answer.