I was not a figment of my imaginations as you thought, it is a fragment of destitution

I feel empty

So empty that I can feel my shells crack by a soundless touch

So empty that the sound of my breath echoes louder than a rambling thunder

What you do not know is, those feelings of emptiness are mere cracks

Mere cracks that can bring down my whole being just like cracks on a falling building

So much emptiness that the sound of the soundless could be heard as loud as a roar

All alone

All alone

lost in my thoughts

I fought every miniature of emotion to search for my survival

I understood the darkness of emptiness

All I needed was saving

With my arms stretched, trying to reach out to my savior to pull me from the ditches and tunnels of hollowness , a hell of a hollow dark tunnel weaved with silence of a dead end

He threw down a rope so i could clad around my waist and crawl up to the light at the end of my emptiness

I could not hold on to his grip and fell deep down into a deeper phase of desolation.