Empty Hype

 To Me  

What you need is the silence from the laughter that you echo out as a pack. Still high on ecstasy yet you find yourself below ground zero. Definitely on cloud nine yet haunted by the dark cloud that has become part of you and no longer hangs above you. You laugh and enjoy whilst you are in sorrow. The void inside of you cannot be filled by hype. Hype is not happiness, neither is happiness joy and joy cannot fulfill you too. You are thrilled by the fast lane yet tormented when you glide on the fast lane. Holding on so that you can have hope when you are truly aware that you are holding on to bareness. But oh well, you ought to have something in hand.

From Me



                                                                            



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