The emptiness follows me from place to place.
This sense of overwhelming otherness, just taking up space.
Most of the time, its invisible, occasionally,
its aggravating.
Driving me to find-
more
make-
more
Be More.
More what? Quantity or Quality?
I never know.
It wont be filled, It cant be sated.
With It, I wont know contentment.
It feels like futility, possibility,
wanderlust.
It by Dakota Farley
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