empty.

[inspiration]

i don't cry.

i only write to rid of the feelings inside.

see so many things i want.

but i often let my ego coincide.

i do not know where i'm going.

yet i'm still walking out the door.

i heard you say wait,

but I can't take it anymore.

my infinite amount of hope.

was left with you when i walked out.

now i have nothing else to be here for.

i wish i could start a new chapter,

but that requires picking up where i left off....

my pen is empty, and so is my heart...

goodnight.

 

I am, Sir.

Yours Respectively.

 

-.ins

[jackknive]

I like it Your good.