Shrouding the Emptiness.

I was a party to a conversation that made me reflect. There was a time where I felt nothing more than a hollow shell. Where my clothes shrouded nothing more than a shroud for an empty being and my mind pondered the notion of making the outer shell match the inner nothingness. This refection gave me an insight to a dark world I thought was the realm of cowards. Had I not experienced a situation that drove me to this contemplation I would still feel the same. Yet does this knowledge make me wiser or weaker?