is it just the emptiness of the white walls, i wonder... is it just the void of personalization... is it just the vacancy sign where my heart used to be... is it just the lack of attachment to anything around me, i wonder... is it just the poverty of sharing so evident in the experience... is it just the missing connections, the absence of color and style and personality in the space... is it just that i am always wanting more, i wonder... is it just the carefree momentary existence i perceive as living in this life... is it that there's nothing in this world i care about enough to call mine, i wonder... or is it all just a blank check waiting to be written in my mind...
is it just that i am feeling lonely...
is it just the hour...
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