There is a river of emptiness inside me
One that only flows in the dark of the night, in the depths of loneliness
The river is void of plants and flowers, simply murky blue water
It is isolated, lonely, sad
It is only half full, filling up higher when the happy raindrops fall, resembling the plants it missed oh so dearly
A few pebbles of memory stay at its side, ones that once belonged to the happiest flowers, and the loveliest birds in their nests.
The river is simply stuck in a loop, flowing even if it seems so empty sometimes. The river is running dry, when will the rain return?
July 10 2024
