Cry out in the empty room

It is the wee hours of the morning. Something has been biting me since maybe a week, two weeks, a month ago?

The world has become so small in my eyes or so huge that I can’t even begin to imagine its actual size.

My heart goes beating and I hear all too well the sound of an echo.
I am hungry. I am empty.
I stand and let it engulf me.
Maybe then I can find myself back.
For what purpose? I do not know.

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