The hollow within...🍂🥀

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 the hollow within...


All I have been feeling lately is pain. Not the kind that fades with time, but the kind that's carved so deep into my heart that it feels impossible to remove. Time is supposed to heal, but this pain seems to stretch endlessly. The clock keeps ticking, but nothing changes; the ache only grows louder.


It's the pain of not being understood, or worse, being unable to make anyone understand. The pain of forcing too much onto a small, tired heart. The kind that keeps you awake at night, yet makes you sleepwalk through the day. The kind that makes everything feel dull, pointless, heavy.


Pain is strange... almost hypocritical. It only visits when happiness is absent. It fears hope; even the smallest glimmer of it. Hope in love, in friends, in life itself. Pain makes you numb, and oddly enough, it numbs you to more pain. Eventually, you stop reacting to it. You just learn how to exist with it.


The home I once built inside me, filled with people I loved, feels deserted now. The warmth is gone. What remains is a cold, lifeless space under a sky cast in heavy grey clouds; with no sign of light breaking through. My sunflowers, my daisies, they're still waiting for me to come back and pour love into them like before.


But how do I tell them, though their roots still yearn-

That I have run out of love, with none to return...


@_arushmita_


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