I've closed that window many times
but open it remains
and these empty bones
are what I call home.
They've shifted shapes as I've grown
but still they are my own
and that's all I need.
It's better to be empty
than full of shit,
I think.
And it's in this empty room
I sit.
And soak up the silence and the bliss.
Truth is a beautiful fatality
A semi-precious slap in the face
that sometimes we all need
like empty bones to call home.
Empty bones to breathe.
-Written Right now as I was trying to sleep (which I'm still not doing ) :(
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