I thought I was empty—
but the way words
poured from me onto the page
proved I was, in fact,
overflowing.
Brimming with ideas
echoing inside,
begging to be set free.
I spilled them all,
and now,
I am truly empty.
And it feels
so much better.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
I thought I was empty—
but the way words
poured from me onto the page
proved I was, in fact,
overflowing.
Brimming with ideas
echoing inside,
begging to be set free.
I spilled them all,
and now,
I am truly empty.
And it feels
so much better.
