Yet Another Poem About Emptiness And How To See It In A New Way.

Yet another poem about emptiness and how to see it in a new way.

“I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House

I no longer have the energy to tell ppl what they did wrong

im full of an untamable rage that constantly seethes beneath my skin but im a real laid back dude dont worry about that

Matthew Arnold, Philomela

“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”

— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun