a hollow echo.

tonite, there’s a strange quiet inside - an emptiness dat neither noise nor stillness can fill. it’s not quite sadness; sadness is heavy and undeniable. dis feels lighter, more elusive, like tryin to hold onto a fuckin smoke. a bloody blank space.

u’ve felt it before, havent u? dat moment after a deep sigh, when ur lungs r empty, and for a fleeting second, they hesitate. maybe it’s the weight of time - or the lack of it. the days blur by, full of tasks and conversations, yet at night, it feels like u’ve been runnin in circles. connected, yet somehow still alone. like a tree standing tall but hollowed out by storms, its core whispering quiet secrets.

u wonder if dis hollow is a wound or a space waitin to be filled. maybe it’s both. maybe it holds wat u’ve lost - old dreams, forgotten loves, or pieces of urself u cant quite recognize. or maybe it’s where new thgs r meant to grow, where possibilities wait patiently for u to notice them.

but how the fcuk do u plant seeds in a space dat feels endless? how the hell do u fill a void when u dun even know wat it craves?

tonite, u dun try to answer. u let the hollow be, w/o drowning it in noise or distractions. it’s uncomfortable, yes, no doubt - but it’s honest. and maybe dat’s enough - to acknowledge it, name it, and accept dat some questions dun hav answers, yet.

the hollow is here, and so r u. for tonite, dat’s enuff.