Hole Inside.

There is a hole,

Inside,

Small,

But present.

I know,

It needs to be filled,

But I constantly hide,

Behind a facade,

I didn't even know resided,

In me.

Is it possible,

To break walls,

From the inside?

It's funny 'cause it doesn't hurt,

It just feels,

Empty.

But I am not empty,

I know.

I know this feeling,

I have tasted it before,

Bittersweet memories,

Of a time I adored;

The serenity of independence,

Accompanied by my own shadows,

Of breeze through the leaves,

My feet through the street.

Compare.

A warmth from friends alike,

Some of us talked through the night,

Endless trains of thoughts,

For the friendships we once sought.

I miss the unloading of stories untold,

Never for anyone else,

Never to be known,

But to ourselves.

And I miss the quiet silence,

Of trees and birds,

My thoughts, Your Words,

Observations and quirks.

Now in between,

Lukewarm to the brim,

To be spat out;

Bring me back to the extremes.

I know what this is;

For a moment it should sting,

Till it fades in the sun's ring,

Loneliness is its name.

Although there is a hole,

Somehow I am not sad,

Just agitated perhaps,

By what? I don't know,

Normality? Could be,

Nevertheless,

Joy fills my soul;

One day, 

I'll be whole.