to start over

Should I trust this wind?
How easy is it to start over?
Starting to fear and find myself so tirelessly staring into nothing,
the nothing I've become so tearfully fond of.
as the mind further stirs
the unfortunate concoctions of a fractured heart
and a dimmed soul,
I start to recognize myself more as the nothing
I am transfixed with.
I see more of myself in the space,
weightless and unseen.