Void
It irks me no end.
I try to fill it. With thoughts, dreams, things, people.
Thoughts, dreams and things related to a few people.
None exist probably. Not even those people.
Just a fantasy. Which brings me peace… supposedly.
‘Coz when its over, I am all the more troubled and restless.
Lover. Loner. Lonely.
Worn out. Tattered. Given all.
Now I WANT. I EXPECT.
From nobody.
Sadness defines itself everyday in a new way.
Yay!
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i hear you,sweetie >:D
we need to talk. btw apt saying. “sadness defines itself in new ways” kahan se maari?