I feel lost.
Not the "lost" when you are somewhere foreign,
And you feel a rush of adventure
At the idea of finding familiarity.
The kind of lost
Where all there is,
Is void.
Void of emotion.
Void of sound.
Void of color.
Void
Of
Life.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
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