That empty feeling
The one that just sits there
Consuming everything
The one that will not go
That burning there is no medicine for
A hunger that is insatiable
Impossible to satisfy
Bleakness on the other side
The sun peaks over the horizon
Almost saying it’s time to let go
Solitude in a crowded plane
Flying in a tin can a mile high
Restarted brilliance on a prayer
Dreams floating on broken clouds
Insanity by any other name
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