I have learned that feeling empty sometimes is okay. I've got to refill myself with something at some point. Art, love, solitude, random acts of kindness. I really don't know, but that's what makes being whole again.
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Words And Memories
PoetryThoughts that breathe, words that burn. Words on my lips. Emotions in my eyes. A wave of sensations in my being. A chaos in my head. An infinite cosmos in my heart.
