Pure emptiness

I want to feel empty inside and out. To be as light as. A feather, to float around the world, to see what I haven't before.
But you can't be empty without a cost, you need to offer, offer what is needed for life.
To only live from water and oxygen. Nothing else.. nothing at all.
I dance with pain, what I feel where my lungs used to belong.
You see, I don't breathe the same air as you do. I breathe despair, I breathe death.
Soon I will know what it is like to be empty, to be pure, to be free.
And I will prove it to you all, no matter what, no matter how. No. Matter. When.