Strange it is, this emptiness, this never-to-be-filled void, this black hole residing within. Parents, family, friends, love, career, art, or whatever, none of them just fits in, none of them just even tries to fit in. Perhaps it doesn't show up to them, and neither to you but keeps on pinching every single moment, just to remind of its bloody existence. Belief or fact, none knows but it feels, feels deep in, in there. You don't ask for sympathy or care, you just can't decide what exactly is desired. Trials and errors don't work either, and how would they, the black hole just engulfs everything within, staying just as it always was, the black hole..!!