Not empty as in, feeling like nothing in life’s worth living for anymore but —
More like feeling empty of words.
It’s been a while since I found the right words to say, and I’m becoming more and more terrified with every sentiment, every phrase, every staggering sentence I swallow back down my throat.
Every time I try to write, nothing comes out.
I think nothing,
I feel nothing,
I say nothing.
The words carry no weight, no meaning. And with them, my disposition follows.
It almost feels like saying goodbye.
But goodbye to what, I’m not sure.
I haven’t been sure of anything lately, either. The lingering emptiness leaves nothing to be thought of and felt.
And somehow, pain almost feels like a better substitute.