Empty
not sad, no--
sad is much more full than this.
Overwhelming
permeating every pore of your being
every action is saturated in sadness.
But this, this is
empty
devoid of everything.
Wanting to be full I open myself
wider
wider
taking anything in--
anything to rid myself of this overpowering emptiness
leaving me hollow.
Would I float on water, I wonder?
If someone were to cut me open
would there be anything inside?
If I were to fly
I would merely float away
until I crashed into the sun and exploded
into a fiery boom of flesh
and nothing.
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