We laugh we love we care and we carry our hearts on our sleeves.

Walking in these streets with blank faces.

We love, and we do it so poorly.

We give to fill ourselves up.

We empty ourselves hoping to be filled.

We’re empty to the last drop till we get back to our beds crying, begging for a refill.

We’re emptied out.

Dry.

Our bottom is breaking and I feel it cracking beneath my feet.