i try to deceive myself every single time.

i keep staring. hoping to feel something. to feel that spark again. to feel something but emptiness.

and despite everything. despite me telling myself that it might be possible. there's absolutely nothing. just a cold emptiness. that leaves me emptier each time.

hours can never compare with those few scant minutes.

but i have to admit, its the only time that i can forget about the emptiness for awhile.

: amie :: damien rice :