Random Thoughts Indexed

Empty

Life is empty
attempts to fill it
with appointments
only amplify the
echoes

That list of hobbies
sounds desperate to
fill every moment
with a background of
static

In chorus these
resound and drown
notes of sadness
but they do not go
quiet

Sit still.

Be empty.

Let the noise slip away.

Let the silence fill you.

Be.

You.

6/1/18

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© Huw Powell
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