I see myself as a glass bottle. Some days I am filled to the brim with ideas, wanderlust and excitement. I wake up with passion seeping from my bones and it seems that nothing can touch me.
Other days I feel empty.
Sometimes I just feel so low about everything. I know nothing has changed that would cause the crazy thoughts in my head to be reality, but I can’t seem to get out of that slump.
I try to cover it the best I can with painted on smiles and good intentions. But at the end of the day I’m still empty.
Void of life. Void of feeling. Void of use.
My soul feels empty.
Like a forgotten glass bottle.
Waiting to be filled.
Loads of Love,