Someone once told me there’s an emptiness inside of me. An emptiness that may never be filled…"
At first I rejected this thought, but as I grew older I came to realise that maybe it was true and I felt rather sad. Sometimes I wish somebody could see me [My brokenness, my cracks. My needs and my desires] and touch my aching soul with their healing hands. But unfortunately miracles like this are too rare. Most people are too consumed with themselves and their needs to see, to ask, to give… There is nothing left for me to do than learn to live with this emptiness. Accept it and at best make sure it doesn’t eat through my being and consume my existence.