Empty words on a page seem to bear no meaning at all.
But it’s those empty words that mean everything.
The endless rambling.
The running around in circles.
They allow you to feel everything
And yet oddly…feel nothing.
They make you feel the weight on the writer’s shoulders…
The weight of everything left unsaid.
Whether happiness or joy or endless sorrows
Or maybe even the emptiness itself.
They are there on the page for a reason.
A way to clear the mind.
To make a connection when all the jumbled mess inside can’t be found.
But in those empty words, those are the moments the writer…
…the writer expresses their soul.
Written by me (May 31, 2015)