Curiously empty
Wide eyes with a vacant stare
Once filled so heavily
They threatened to spill over
And drown the world with beautiful rain
Now they hold nothing
Now they hold no one
They are just a mirror reflecting the world
About Me
- Cara
- A thought fills my brain, which then gives birth to an idea, an idea so infectious it can only be settled by being chained down to a piece of paper with a pen. This idea sets my synapses firing, and sends convulsion to my hand, which then, by some miracle, begins to write.
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