the only difference between me and a hollow block is the fact that i am not a block.
i am hollow, cold and fragile. i constrict spaces with walls yet i can’t put myself together without adhesive. i stand firm yet i can’t stand high alone.
the rain poured hard and stopped.
the traffic jam moved inch by inch till i get here.
the song stopped and changed to another.
the sun got tired of shining brightly.
…but the hollowness remains unfilled.
i am just as cold as i was yesterday.
i am just as prone to breaking as i was the day before.
the moment after a big hearty laugh is the saddest part. that makes the action a part of the past. i am laughing vs. i laughed. you try to laugh again, this time it’s empty, it’s hollow.
that’s how i feel. i AM happy vs. i WAS happy.
i am cold and mean
i am fragile and vulnerable.
i am hollow and less.
i can’t tell you why. i don’t know why. or maybe i do. i just don’t tell. i can’t. i am not used to. so let’s keep it complicated this way. this way is better. this way is me. this way is confusing but these words aren’t. indeed, i am a random thinking complicated hollow human being, not block… i wish i am though.