the weight of emptiness

I used to write words on the paper,

flowing like a never ending river.

Somehow I realize that each and every one of us has a universe that we keep inside.

But some days and nights I stare at the nothingness and realize that, what’s inside me is not a whole universe but a black hole that’s getting bigger and bigger. How can the emptiness be so heavy?

Now the paper above my desk remained blank. I can’t write while drowning into this nothingness, I can’t even write using my tears.

-A.G.M

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