Do you know that feeling, when instead of people you see spaces between them,
when instead of spending time with loved ones you feel every hour you aren't with them running away?
Do you ever feel as though the things you couldn't wait to do,
the times you tried desperately to free an hour or two or just a minute,
just so you could have enjoyed those same things; that the joy is gone?
Or even the love that once seemed to be burning bright, or so you thought, is now just barely sparking as the wind is putting it out and lighting it up by every fearing passing moment?
Does anybody else feel this way? Does it even matter? Should I even care?
Maybe it's just a perspective.
Maybe it's just that day, those people, the stress or that time in life.
Maybe.
But how come I can't stop feeling so empty?
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A COLLECTION OF POETRY
PoetryHello everyone! :) This is my poetry collection and I decided to publish it so I can let all these unspoken words and feelings out of the constricting walls of my computer and phone :D I started writing poems when I was still in high school and they...
