Take breath into 

The place where it feels

Torrential, tangled, tangibly mortal

If you wake up

If you find yourself empty, don't

ask me to fill. you. up. again. If you find

yourself hollow, continue to pace

alone.

 

I find your words, woRDS, WORDS 

severely lacking. I find you calling into the 

echoing void - open air, no 

response. 

Do you take pleasure

in pushing 

me away?

The opposite of Vacancy

Starting from the bottom, 

clawing my way up;

clarity of heart,

healing of mind.

 

Peeking through

this weathered door, 

entire worlds

forgotten.

Perhaps this time

some familiar embrace;

the easy pleasure

of old habits.

 

 

 

 

Probably what the inside of my soul looks like

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