I don't know

[Ilsognatore]

The more experiences I have, the more I feel empty. Nothing fills as there us nothing to fill anything. Just ideas made heavy, believed real. Thoughts following thought then interrupted by more thoughts.
Feelings, pressure, pain, butterflies, everything disappears the instant it's looked at and given a name. An address of belonging.
But nothing belongs to anything when everything, just, is.
I try to stop learning but that too contains an I.
A self desiring to achieve a non-something is the same as a desire to achieve something.
How does the limitless take over?
How does infinite be through me?