16.old

the loss of a beloved presence fills me with emptyness. like a bubble of non-existence eating my soul, consuming myself. part of me gone, leaving a hole into which the rest follows.

15. other

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that frightens us.

15.new

tired of giving and getting nothing back
tired of loving and being not loved/ignored
tired, just tired