Men with Empty Vessels

Men with empty vessels cannot fill the vessel of a woman who holds the entire universe within hers.

Where literal gods roam in her gardens of Eden, where sunsets are painted in the flush of her lips, and sunrises hide in the strands of her hair. No, they cannot fathom the opportunity to stand before such greatness, to be at the entryway of the pyramids, or to drink from the Nile. It would surely destroy them, for they would realize they have nothing to offer a cosmic being.

Men with empty vessels dwell in their own personal hell. Their punishment is to meet the greatest love of all time, attempt to destroy it, and live for eternity haunted by her voice, her cries, her laughter, and her calling. They will know no peace. Their emptiness is their home — until she decides to release them. For a woman with the universe in her soul, it is easy for them to be lost and forgotten for millennia.

If you meet a woman whose vessel overflows with stars, ask yourself if you are ready to be lost in her world forever. I promise you, she is the destroyer of worlds, and your attempt to ruin hers will only painfully end yours.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro

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