“but where does your emptiness go?”

I don’t know where I go with all my empty.
I move it around, force it to take less space.
I fill myself with other things, things like beautiful words and warm colors and hot drinks and loud music and soft thoughts, until they overwhelm the empty.
until they turn my empty into small and insignificant.

– fragments
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