It’s something that you feel. That you know is there.
Because of the overwhelming weight of it. Because it’s holding at your core and
pulling you down when the rest of you feels lighter than air and wants to float
off. It’s like a burden that’s anchored you in all the wrong ways. But it is
still out of reach. Out of the grasp that can prove that it exists. Somewhere where no finger can point with certainty. Hiding in the shadows of
things that aren’t there. Hiding in plain sight. Probably, almost invariably,
without form.
You wonder what that void is. Why it is there. Why your
core, not heart mind you, feels so heavy. Feels deeper than the depth that you
know does not exist. And is threatening to swallow you, much like a treacherous
black hole.
Ever had that feeling? Where the rest of your body is
happier than that core? Where your mind is free but the core is full of
foreboding? When you want to laugh so loud and so long because you know you
really want to cry. When you want to dance and scream and let out the energy that
is both there and isn’t? Because you want to be free of the clutches of that
void when you don’t even know why it exists in the first place. Because you want to prove to it
that it can’t hold you down.
Maybe that’s why some voids can never be filled. Because we
just don’t know what to fill them up with. They are just there. And we have to
let them be.
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