There’s a kind of space in our lives that we long to be filled. And no matter how hard we try, we can only bear the loneliness at a point. Beyond that, it becomes too depressing.
And the noise in my head is so loud that it’s all I hear. Or perhaps, the room is too silent that the voice in my head drowns it out.
No, the one that I long for is not here. The absence was too pronounced; emptiness, too great.
jessa 