EMPTY ...
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Uncontrollably, they fall.
I keep wiping them away, and as i do so, the feeling Intensifies..
It's like I'm trying to convince myself that this isn't real, a figment of my imagination, perhaps one of my made-up scenarios that live rent-free in my head...
Instead of asking "why" like I'd usually do, I could mess up my routine and just accept the fact that it might not get better ..
Some may call it pessimistic, but I like to say that's just me being realistic and practical
Famished and confused on what to do, I just stare at the sky, no stars in sight, just darkness...
A black empty void of Nothingness.
Half empty or half full...pick a struggle!
Empty....
That's how I'm starting to feel...
Maybe I've been that way for quite some time, and I'm just realising it now?
Maybe it's too much space in my head that I can actually think and come to the conclusion that emptiness is kinda...Nice?
Being responsible for just yourself... wouldn't that be easier to manage?
I'm spewing nonsense, but I'm sure someone can relate to being snatched up from your regular "normal" and placed in the universe of utter "abnormality " and waves of nothings? The emptiness echos really loud, my love...
she is stillness, in a world full of chaos.
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