"The Empty Void of Yesterday's Pages" i have a void in my life, an empty hole that never feels full. I try to fill it with dreams of yesterday's pages, the romance that sweeps me off my feet and of lives lived in beautiful dresses. The pages of yesterday entrap my mind and heart. No matter how many books i open and pages i set free, they will never fill the hole that cannot be filled. It is not a bad thing for the hole keeps me dreaming and floating and dancing and creating. Do you have a void in your life that begs to be full but never will?