Four thirds radius cubed

Sometimes there was one person who flooded my entire thought capacity with his image, his words, and his touch.
Those sometimes have faded away. There is no one who haunts my mind behind its dark, heavy tapestries of escape. There is no one who crawls in my heart and grabs the numbers that should be calculating themselves as I scribble them across the page.
Now, now what? I am no longer someone else. We are our thoughts, and I used to only think people. So I was people - I was a person - but I was not anything more than simply my elementary dreams.

This gives me some space. I never had space before. This space is worth exploring...
Only, I have found nothing to have any, utter significance, except God.