Sadness feels both constant, and chaotic
And that’s what makes it so beautifully addicting.
(J)
I feel so empty.
The thought of you used to fill my mind.
Now that you're gone, my mind doesn't know what to think.
In the morning, coffee in hand, I wander aimlessy around the house. Feeling nothing.
At night, eyes wide open, I lie awake for hours. Still feeling nothing.
Now it's 4am, and I'm not sad or angry or hurt anymore.
Just...empty.
(J)