“Kenopsia”
(2205 | 062420)
I've had that longest feeling inside me that no matter how many times I tried to make it stop, my head was always going to be bustling with thoughts. Imagine my surprise, that day I woke up and I couldn't think of anything at all. I didn't know if I should call that part of my life the climax or the falling action, but that didn't exactly matter. I thought it'd make me happier that what had once been bustling was now quiet, but I didn't appreciate the kenopsia because I could clearly hear my heart screaming at me.
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Not A Goodbye
PoetryStuck between a goodbye and a promise to stay, and it became too overwhelming to make any sense so I wrote. I wrote again and again, multiple times within a day or another, until it became this. I'm not done writing, but at least the feelings have c...
