June 12, 2012

the void

It was summer (June) and I felt empty again. I wasn't sad, there was just something missing or a lot missing, can't really tell the size of the void. 

I'm sure your love wouldn't fill it. That, I know. 

It's like a missing passion, like a steady volcano that once erupted and now keeps still, it's like an un-blown hornet laying on the floor gathering dust. 

Just useless space that once was used.

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