A familiar place
I wake up to the sound of terror echoing from my soul. Knowing that my life needs this. Knowing that I cannot go further without this. I have been trying to avoid the gapping hole, constantly whispering sweet nothings to me, calling me to stay. -urging me to drown. Every waking morning, I question my existence. I ignore the question, I ignore the hollows of my soul. I ignore it so that I may choose life. I ignore it so that I may live. The hollows keep me insane. It keeps me cold It keeps me from getting lost in the sea of the people around me. It keeps me warm. The hollows are feeling neglected. Isla Skylark ~ @artpoetry 28 Sep 2017 ~ 11h30