Empty

Empty.

The kind where it

Does not matter

What kind

Of empty you are;

Not sad empty,

Nothing to be

Glad about it

Either,

It just is.

Maybe

This is how

It is supposed

To feel

Every time

There is nothing

There

To feel.

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“On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”
Mark Haddon

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