Empty

If I’m asked to describe how I’m feeling. If I’m asked to paint a picture of my emotions. If I’m asked to open my mind. And If I agree to do all these, and I open up.
You’d be amazed at the loads of emotions I feel. Or you’d be appalled by the lack of coherency in my feelings.

Empty.

That’s a word that holds a lot of meanings. I’ve loved so much that I don’t have any sense of loving in me again. I gave it all to her.

And in giving all I have, in totally submitting to the exhilarating love I have for her. I have lost it all. My heart, body, soul, mind, and emotions belong to her. But she has devoted herself to another.

Empty.

I’m just a human boy living life as it comes. Like an empty shell moving around and around on the sea. Like a coconut on the ocean, I exist. But my destination is unknown. My life is without direction. I just woke up to sleep again later. I sleep to wake up later.

Empty.

I lost myself trying to find myself. I found her when I was lost. Now, she’s gone. And I know for a fact. This pain will certainly last for a very long time. This feeling of emptiness will shroud me till eternity at the very least.