in a conversation
between an old friend
and myself
who too has aged
a bit
with so much
anxiety about what the
future can
bring
i utter the word
emptiness
it came as a big bubble
of air
from my mouth
it escapes and floats in
air
like a dirigible
we become too tiny
for the vast emptiness
and we are carried away
and we wander
it is too huge
and silent and we have
never returned
home since then
our journey has turned
black and white
in a silent movie
our actions repeat themselves
the boredom
is eternal
we struggled like
paper bits in a room
of fire
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