I reach out to nothing,
Expecting something,
Something deep and beautiful,
Complex, hard to follow.
I reach out to nothing,
With a broken hand, weakened heart, and shattered soul,
Picking up the pieces as I go.
I reach out to nothing,
While it never reaches back.
Yet I keep on reaching.
I am hopeless like that.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
I reach out to nothing,
Expecting something,
Something deep and beautiful,
Complex, hard to follow.
I reach out to nothing,
With a broken hand, weakened heart, and shattered soul,
Picking up the pieces as I go.
I reach out to nothing,
While it never reaches back.
Yet I keep on reaching.
I am hopeless like that.
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