I feel dirty.
Occupy this emptiness with more meaningless partitioned spaces.
Study and map them.
Interconnected for points of reference.
I spoke my mind.
I said what I could.
It was never enough.
For her.
Or I.
It couldn’t be.
This vacuum.
Sucks.
Love this and that you are posting. :)
I have noticed by adding photos to posts they seem to get a little more attention. ;)