Entry 115

I miss my puppy. She's at the other house.

Hollow

The hole cannot be filled.

I'm lost, and I don't know how to read a map

Even when it's given to me.

I can't comprehend words,

No matter how helpful,

Even though they're trying to help me find my way.

I just can't.

My heart is hollow,

And I don't know what's missing from it.

I spend my days

Doing nothing too memorable.

Days pass by too quickly.

And I'm scared.

Soon I'll have to face to real world

When I haven't the slightest clue

How to do anything on my own.

What's the worse fate?

To live your life with no purpose,

Or to live in fear of the future?

"Hollow," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, June 30th, 2011