took this from sumone's blog...nice

Empty
I have a house, a car, a job, a girlfriend, a bankaccount, and so many material things. How come i feel so empty inside. An empty shell. In a city filled with hundreds of thousands of people I feel more lost and alone than in a forest where I don't know where I am. Every step I take looks to mean less than the step before it. If I were to die here all that will escape from my body is air. That equals my hope, air bubbles.

I am talking about leaving this city for six months but looking at the situation, i am afraid, i will never leave.

The weather is cold outside, my limbs are shivering, my heart beats slower and slower. Days are getting darker, the sun, my only friend, is retreating further and further taking the daylight with him. All that is left for me is myself. My body shivers.

I need directions to nothingness, that beautiful place is where i should be. There i can come to rest. Rejuvenate. All that is left here for me is breathe. Looking around me, people going places, are they as empty as I am? The wind blows strongly. What is it trying to tell me? Go inside? Let me cover you and freeze you? I want warmth, physical warmth, tender warmth, attentional warmth, talkative warmth. I want to be set on fire. I hate cold.

Time to move before I really freeze. Darkness is pulling itself across the sky like a blanket on a bed. Covering it all. Let me embrace myself and hold on for the next blow as life is being sucked out of me. Empty I shall be.