To feel so hollow,
Yet...

Right from the start,
These were your first words...

Dear Me,
Please take into consideration...

And there it was…
All laid out on a pretty table...

One day,
Everything became dark...

When your life's vitality slowly dims away,
There is surprisingly nothing left for itself to...

I'm a wanderer.
From one room...

Then one day,
The tears refused to fall from her eyes...

How are you?
Are you eating well...

High in the mountains on a rocky shelf,
Contemplating a hollowness unto myself...

A vagabond,
I used to be...

Sometimes,
The only comfort...