It surprises me how full this emptiness feels.
Like I am filled to the brim with abyss
And nothingness.
Like I am hollow and
Bursting.

Cut me open and you will see I am full.
Beneath my blood
Expectations.
Between my bones
Guilt.
In my veins
Nostalgia.
In my lungs
Remorse.

But you could not fill a glass
Or a home
With me.

Because I am empty of me
And full of the voices
And thoughts
Of strangers.

I am overflowing with them.