Lately, I been feeling extremely hollow. I feel empty. I feel like there's this void that keeps on growing inside me. I do not wish to be disconnected from everything— into the world, things I used to like, my passion, interests, and my love for my kind of people. It's like keeping on the run, going through the motion of things without any specific ends. It's contradicting how heavy it is, yet, there's peculiar comfort that embraces me.
