I feel empty.
Not empty like a cookie jar
Little crumbs left behind
A clear absence of something that used to be there
Yet still filled with lingering scents of chocolate and caramel
And memories of joy and excitement
Patiently awaiting the arrival of newly baked goods and loving hands to put them there.
No, I feel empty like a deserted house
With memories stuck to the walls like plaster
Forever clinging on no matter how hard you try to remove it
A house so hollow any sound echos through the hallways
Getting louder and louder until the windows rattle and its foundation shakes and you\'re scared the house might collapse
For any furnishing has rotten away long ago, leaving only moldy skeletons behind.
I wish I was empty like a cookie jar.
But I will forever remain the deserted house
Too damaged for anyone to take an interest in
Too fragile to handle it if anyone does
And thus destined for a future of further decay
Forever hollow, desolate, and empty
Until finally, I collapse.