What we see in this world depends on our angle and is colored by what we have seen before…
Empty Spaces
Empty spaces. I used to count the empty spaces. A continuous checklist of who wasn’t here. Analyzing and over analyzing the reasons given and wondered who just didn’t want to be here. Or rather, who didn’t pick me, who else would feel not chosen, and how I would smooth out everyone else’s feeling around this madness in my mind. Was that ever my job or just an over embellished sense of self that I could make others feel better?