I feel empty,

No I don’t need someone to fill me up,

Don’t get me wrong,

Empty not lonely,

It’s a certain deepness inside of me,

I don’t have the right words to explain it.


A certain feeling of longing,

Longing for purpose,

Longing for reason,

Longing for structure.


It’s so hardwired in me,

I feel empty without it,

I long for wholesomeness.


But then again, is this purpose what will fill me,

I’m I sure it’s exactly what I need,

The confusion,

The questions,

The frantic search for answers,

The ever ticking time.


I forget the denominator of who I want to be and who I am is me,

The wait is excruciatingly painful, exhausting,

I want it now,

But we can’t all have what we want,

Of course it can’t be that easy.


But I feel stuck,

I feel unsure,

What if it doesn’t work,

What if I never get there,

What if I can’t handle it.


What will fill my cup up?

This Post Has 14 Comments

  1. I just like how this pieces reflect our realities…waiting for part 2

    1. Thankyou. I try to talk about the issues that are relatable to us❤️

  2. This blog will fill my cup. First time on this blog and I camp here. ☺️

  3. OMG! I’m sure you wrote this for me to read. I’m freaking honored. Thank you! Thank you!

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