There’s a hollowness.

There’s a hollowness about it that I cannot seem to grasp.
The burden of feeling the heavy nothingness between your fingertips, a weight that is simultaneously daunting and absent – here is where you’re lost.

I want nothing more than to return home, at utter ignorance of the sirens of the seas.

For one who speaks of his existence through the eyes of another truly yearns to feel at peace behind his own lenses. Grant me the spectacles, for I am blind.