Empty vessel floating through existence in shattered particles, unseen and unheard.
Yearning deeply for connection yet repelling it away. Contradictory.
Popular yet friendless, wary barriers carefully cocoon the cracked foundations of my fouled up soul.
Smithereens of forgotten love screams through in dangerously desperate screeches.
No remedy heals this coarse feeling of helplessness. Vacuous like the inside of a shell, hopelessly detached from the sea of existence.
Solitary silence cuts through the core,devoid of explanation. Savagely abandoned.
Apathy numbs into the recesses of my brain, playing it like an untuned violence, bellowing through it relentlessly.
Isolation impacts invasively and inhumanely as I inhale loneliness.
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Leonara Hansen
I am someone who likes to write fictional stories for fun. I find it cathartic and simply enjoy it!
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