We never really talk about anything interesting, like how when the sun hits you're skin on a cold winter's day and makes you feel like through all the numbness that there is still a chance for you to feel. Or how when we hold our breath we can feel less suffocated by the lack of oxygen than the brutality of our lives.
We're constantly interacting with words but never truly talking. To talk there is depth behind the words but to interact is to speak emptiness.
So have you been truly talking or only speaking emptiness into a void of people?
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Secrets to Knowlege
PoetryEmptying my thoughts into the void of other people...*some are poorly written, and by some I mean most, so please bear with me * (on a different note please don't skip the first one)
