when things slow down...
when the deafening loudness quietens...
an emptiness washes over...
quiet and hollow...
ever present...
masked by the noise...
the routine...
but there....
nevertheless...
i can't stop but fill myself....
and immediately let it pour out...
so that the emptiness becomes comforting...
the emptiness becomes a friend...
empty...
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