Emptiness

When I was younger, one of my teachers asked me to write what emptiness was. Looking back I think it was quite silly to ask that to such young people who have yet to see the dark side of the world. I remember writing that emptiness was a rainbow with no color. But in the process of growing up I learned it was much more elaborate than that. So I asked my self the same question my teacher did. And I couldn't stop writing because emptiness is so many things. Emptiness is feeling like a glass doll with nothing inside. It’s that numbing feeling you get when you forget to move your limbs. Emptiness is always knowing that your worse is your best and your best will never be good enough. It’s when you cry so hard you think you've used all the tears you had only to find more coming. It’s feeling exhausted even after days of sleeping. Emptiness is being completely alone when you’re surrounded by people. It’s swimming in a lake screaming out that you’re drowning,but not saying a word. It’s because you expect people to see what’s in your eyes. That you’re struggling to keep your head above water. Emptiness is like walking through snow barefoot, it’s cold and it hurts, but you have to keep going. It’s when you know you’re broken, but can’t seem to fix yourself. It’s falling so hard that your heart feels it all. Emptiness is choking on air on purpose because you don’t want it going down your throat anymore. It’s sitting in your bathtub for hours upon hours trying to drown your own sorrow. It’s watching mouths mouth words, but never hearing anything. Emptiness is staying up late with yourself trying to get lost in the stars. It’s following Alice down that hole, but not being so eager to get home. It’s watching the first snowflake fall and realizing it doesn't give you the same feeling it did when you were younger. It’s trying to fall back to sleep because the nightmare you've had is better than the reality you’re having. Emptiness is, forgetting who you are and never trying to remember.Emptiness, is always safe. And at such a young age I thought it was only like a rainbow with no color.

Reviews

[Dai Hanshou]

Beautiful metaphors. It's true, you can't stop describing emptiness.