perfecting the emptiness

Breathe, a simple word. But a difficult verb... 
The name used to be on that page, a smudge next to the others. If you squint your eyes you can almost see it, below the surface. Almost.

My dreams are so very far away, yet i can taste, feel, even smell them. I have a hunger, a desire to reach for them, but my hand falls aimlessly through the stardust they leave behind. Old dreams are fading away, but i will stitch them to my heart to stop them...

A scar on my heart rips open to reveal my emptiness.



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