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Empty Bliss

Have you ever felt
like you were walking on clouds?
Swimming in cotton candy?
Untouchable?
From anything,
and anyone.

Nothing but the swirl of colors
pulls at your mind.
You feel light as a feather.
As if someone else was in your body,
and you were just sightseeing.
Something that could only last for little time,
before you got sent back to them.
Those who haven't noticed your leave.

You want nothing but the subtle emptiness
that couldn't hurt.
Instead it would cover up all the good and bad.
Smother it and tuck it away.
Show you the endless possibilities,
of what should have been done.

Feeling almost dead.
It's almost over.
It presents you with all the past memories.
Leaves you numb. �
No emotion,
but hollowness.
Carved from the inside out.
Yet it's one of the rare occasions,
that feels as though happiness has found you.
Weaved it's way through the crowd
of needlessness and hate.
In search of you for few moments before escaping you,
and leaving you breathless.
Worried it might never come back.

But it does.