Hopeless Musings

Hopeless Musing #7

Emptiness.

 

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EMPTINESS.

I feel sick of feeling nothing.

Not feeling things used to helped me survive. But now, my survival is dependent on my ability to show people how I feel. But how do I tell them there’s nothing to show?

I try and get through life as logically as possible, but people are starting to notice the cracks in the walls that logic can’t fill. Where love, affection and tears are meant to glue the gaps together, for me, there is an emptiness, like a room filled with echos, engulfing me.

This emptiness is a reminder of the darkness I carry, that won’t go away no matter how much I wished it would. It sits quietly in the passenger seat, throughout my journey, nervously twitching when I get too close to anything.

 

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