Random Writing

Out of reach

I'm alone in my empty room..what once was a lively place that I thrived in, a place that I made good and bad memories in.. now is barren, quiet and dim...I feel so empty as if I had something that I finally grasped and is now gone, out of my reach, but for how long can I reach till my arms tire from stretching forward. And will I ever have the feeling I had back, or will I forever remain as void as this room and as cold as the rainy weather outside. I want to cry but there are no more tears to shed, I'm done crying, I've had my share of complete sorrow, So I'll remain here... sitting quietly with my head hanging low for I just can't grasp what is just out of reach.