It's one of those feelings where all you want to do is listen to Bright Eyes and Cry.
Amazing.
Content. Yet discontent.
Happy. Yet sad.
I guess the word would be confused.
I'm alright I guess.
But then I heard words I could have lived happily never hearing.
Now there's a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Too much eggplant parmigana?
Of course not.
It's the nagging pang of guilt and regret.
It feels like my heart can find the middle ground between my throat and my stomach.
I am happy, But the feeling that is eating away at my stomach has me feeling as though something's missing.
And my biggest fear, is that it's the impossible void.
That impossible hole that will never fill.
And suppose it's not suppose to. What then?
All I know is I miss everything & everyone.
Would I be out of line if I said I miss you?
Content. Yet discontent.
Happy. Yet sad.
I guess the word would be confused.
I'm alright I guess.
But then I heard words I could have lived happily never hearing.
Now there's a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Too much eggplant parmigana?
Of course not.
It's the nagging pang of guilt and regret.
It feels like my heart can find the middle ground between my throat and my stomach.
I am happy, But the feeling that is eating away at my stomach has me feeling as though something's missing.
And my biggest fear, is that it's the impossible void.
That impossible hole that will never fill.
And suppose it's not suppose to. What then?
All I know is I miss everything & everyone.
Would I be out of line if I said I miss you?