Vast emptiness gets to me sometimes, especially when somebody leaves. I sometimes sit by the sea, late night, looking at the stars. It’s a feeling of wanting to belong, I guess. It really gets to me sometimes. Missing what is in presence the empty space beside maybe. Sometimes it’s mostly a feeling of being an island long since seen far, far out at sea. Sometimes, there is a light sailing by, some form of hint that there is good to be found. And sometimes that good just turnes to empty looking faces when trying to see the real person behind it. And sometimes somebody makes you smile. And sometimes you just need more and more and more of it.
Then sometimes, you meet someone that turns your world around and shows you the best there is to be found in you, and with that said, maybe the vast emptiness is there to show you the contrasts to how it can really feel to belong.