Empty like the sand and homework covered seat of my car.
Empty like the untruthfully peaceful fields of a silent war.
Empty like the space your breath, your thoughts, your laughter once filled.
Empty like the pedestal of my ideals that beautifully harsh reality killed.
Full like my heart with emotions to spare.
Full like my exsistence where our memories are simply there.
Full like my eyes that were finally taught to see.
Full like my soul that was finally taught to be,
Full of Hope.
Empy of regret.
To know that living is not to just cope.
That loving is not an impossible secret.
Yes I am torn, Yes I am flawed.
Yes today may be empty.
But I am filled with the knowledge,
That for once,