1 day 1 entry: 3/365

“The art of losing isn’t hard to master..”

It’s depressing to think that everything has the intent of being lost. Time, people, places. What happens to them? Maybe I’m already lost, maybe ive lost myself to nothingness, to unnecessary space. The empty seat in a crowded theatre. Not invisible, but visibly empty. Just a “noted” message left to be dropped from ignorance.

Not that I’m unhappy or unbearably lonely. Im just nothing right now. A visible nothing, and I seem to be okay.



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