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.

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