At the commencement of this New Moon cycle, you might sense that many in this world are full of it, just plain wrong. Then, some are convinced they’re right, masses of them, or at least who lie somewhere in the mantle of the in-between.
And then there’s you, bereft, vacant, undecided, who swears you’re not a part of any group, wondering if you even exist.
Not that you don’t have substance; you got a body and mind like everybody else. You feel the light of the sun caressing your face, the breeze willowing gently through your hair, the sensation of your own heart earnestly pounding away in your chest.
Yet your mind keeps fogging over, with an irritating sound chiming in your head.
That, my friend, is the sound of emptiness.
You have all the senses other people do. You just feel empty inside, longing to become fulfilled…
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