Hollow

What’s depth to you? Don’t you try to find it in things... in almost everything?

The lack of depth in oneself disappoints me. I wonder how pathetic someone can truly be. Especially a mind with no depth, and a voice that carries none of it either. 

That missing middle sense... that sixth sense incapable of feeling a heavy heart, not only its own but also all the things around it.

Let’s have the audacity to celebrate the incapability of understanding, or the complete emptiness of being understood. Will you ever try to concentrate on different perspectives? What is your perception?

Well, perspective and perception are two different things. It’s the difference between the world you see and the world you consume while others watch you seeing it.
But let’s be honest.

 Haven’t you ever looked at someone and wondered how much they carry within themselves?

They carry an ocean. An undiscovered mangrove. A world with only a moon or only a sun. They are far more than what they have ever shown.

Well... bla bla bla.

I confess to you. Yes, I do.

I confess that I am empty. I have nothing within me.Yet I can hear the vibrations of hearts, the flute music of never-ending desires. And a bit of ink on paper was, and still is, what I live for.

And to be told that these things are useless.

Either way, having depth or lacking it will both punish you in different ways.

Well, let’s stop here.

And I’m clear about one thing: I do not look for depth in people anymore, especially when I know most of them are robotic.

As I say:

      Become Brilliantly Numb.