"i don't suppose anyone here knows how to exist" i say, calling into the endless void full of voices, where the loud is so real and intertwined with my own heartbeat it sounds like silence.

it does not carve a place inside my heart and demand it empty. this hollowness sits beside me like an oak tree, overshadowing and demanding. I fear it will become so great that I'll forget how to feel as it towers over me. Even while the beating of my heart peers from behind the leaves. Still there but ignored in favour of the desolate sky.