Step into a world of poetic beauty and inspiration with 'Echoes of the Soul.' This collection of prose, poems and quotes takes you on a journey of self-discovery and reflection, exploring themes of love, heartbreak, hope, and healing. With each page...
There were two glasses, one Half Full and one Half Empty. They were best friends. They used to hang out together, learn things together, and many more stuff that friends do. When we look from outside, they looked exactly the same. The difference was their labels. Deep down in Half Empty's core he was always half empty despite being half filled. Talking about Half Full, she was overwhelmed with fullness despite being half empty. Half Empty was falling into the deep pit of sorrow and agony because of his emptiness, one bit, one moment. Half Full felt sad to see her friend in such a poor condition. She tries to make him see the half full side of him. He agrees and understands, but never feels. One day when Half Full's tolerance reached its limit, she finally decided to make his friend completely full. She decided to pour whatever was inside of her into Half Empty. Upon knowing this, Half Empty was concerned for her friend, he disagreed with Half Full's plan, but Half Full still insisted. Although he was denying but, in that tiny little corner of his heart he felt the excitement of finally getting filled after so much of pain. Although he never showed it, he wanted to be full really bad. And the fact that Half Full is going to fill him, he held a ray of hope that he will definitely become filled. Afterall, even after being Half empty she was so happy. He wanted to familiarise with what was inside of her that made her feel fullfill despite being half empty. The day came Half Full, scared, but for the sake of her beloved friend, stated pouring her fluid into Half Empty and for the first time in life, Half Empty was completely full. Some days pass and Half Empty and Half Full decided to hang out in the park,"but wait, what is this feeling, ... it-it's still not gone, I'm completely full yet ... I still feel half empty?" and as he moved his gaze towards Half Full, she was running behind butterflies, sniffing each and every flower like she's never smelled them before, feeling the warmth of the Sun's touch on her surface area, shining Oh! so brightly. And once again, Half Empty was still "empty" even after being completely full and Half Full was "full" as always regardless of being completely empty.
- by vanshiwrts
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