Space

Right now might not be the best time to blog, but anyway:

It feels like inside me, there is something empty, and I'm not sure what it is. Well, perhaps it is probably the absence of a person, the thought of something that's been there as long as you've know them; for now, it's away, but it might come back. Like if your stomach went on a carousel, and slowly smushed out a circle inside you to create a gap. Where your heart might actually be. And where that person actually belongs.