They say that nature abhors a vacuum and will fill it immediately. Well, my void is looming, I wonder what will appear to complete the process.
Under the guise of doing the right thing, I alienate. I remove myself. I am the void I am hoping will fill. My boundary is mesh, I can't contain the small details. I drift in a thousand directions, each hoping to find myself there.
Superficial at best, my spark is no more than a sparkler.
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