almost-nothing and somethings

now it just feels like my heart is clenching into a fist, like an inner force fuelled by almost-ache (interior) and almost-nothing (exterior), acting as a vacuum- physics has taught me that a change in pressure will cause an object to collapse upon itself, into itself. it will shrivel and writhe and be reduced to a dried up prune, sitting hollow into my chest, which is expanding because of all these 'almost-nothing' emotions that account for 'something' and it has to accommodate all my 'somethings'.
all i ever do is dream of you and feel sorry for myself. all i want is the world in you.