The Void Is Nice and Likes Tea

I smiled at the void 

and the void smiled back. 

I dipped my finger into it

and got lost in the darkness, 

like an ocean, ever reaching. 

Water filled my lungs instead of air.

And when I surfaced once more,

I coughed my heart up on the sand.

The void offered me a cup of tea for my throat

and I took it gratefully.

It asked me why I still remained

and I found I had no answer.

When it came time to leave,

the void smiled at me

and I smiled back.