
What emptiness do I hold onto,
A queasy feeling creeps in my knotted insides,
This silence is sometimes sweet,
Most times it just seeps in,
I am feeling so empty,
Like a can of finished juices.
The sweetness gone,but the flavour remains.
Jayamala.
Just my thoughts on various subjects,personal,impersonal ,indifferent and involved.On some days I am lively and on some days down.Many days absent and some days omnipresent.All in all a person's innate relationships with words are on show here.
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