Living between the lines

Everything she felt.. felt borrowed, stolen, from between pages of the hundreds of books she read everyday, from the movies she made herself watch. there was nothing inside her, no feeling that felt familiar, that was born of her, that felt like hers. any love she felt belonged to the characters in the novels she …

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Nothingness Pt1

What do you do Art by Pracha When emptiness takes root It’s not pain It’s not numbness It’s not even loneliness And it’s also not darkness Pure nothingness Seeps deeper into my soul everyday Rendering me empty From within and out The root digs deeper Entwining with my core Leaving me with nothing Leaving me …

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