Empty. That's what it feels like. I feel like there something missing and I don't know what it is. I feel like there's a hole, a void, a nothingness inside of me. I don't know how to make it go away. I don't know what it wants. I'm forever searching. I'm forever searching for something to fill the hole. I'm forever searching for a home.
But I have a home don't I? Well, of course. I wouldn't be writing this if I lived on the street or something. So what's the problem then?
I don't know. I don't know. Something's missing.
KB.
3 comments:
Is a home a place to sleep other than the street? I thought it was (get ready this is cheeze-o-rific) "where the heart lives" Well thats what the old sayings say. I think a home is a sterio tipical thing made by material people. It just shows how wealthy you are. I like the idea of haveing a home in someone else... I know I'm probably not makeing sence but thats just me for you. I hope you understand.
I totally understand Kylaia!
Actually, that's kind of what I was trying to say with this.
(:
KB.
I'm glad I ort or make sence to some people. One question you are ok right? I mean maybe Marr could help with the filling of voidness. My fingers are realy badly spraided so typing sucks. I hope you at least can read it.
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