The Empty Life

I wake. I sleep. I live. I like. I help. I hinder. I speak. I think. I do. I don't. I can. I can't.

I live my life but I'm dead inside. I'm an empty shell.

But then you came along. To inhabit my shell. To spark the spark of life I need to light the kindling of my heart.

And the fire brightens and intensifies. The wood burns and burns and burns. So I guess I should have seen it, every fire runs out of wood. Every fire is finally extinguished.

I wake. I sleep. I live. I like. I help. I hinder. I speak. I think. I do. I don't. I can. I can't.

I can't love. Not again.