The nothing

Everyday I search for something. Something to satiate this feeling of, what I’m not exactly sure? Loneliness? Art? Love? I don’t know. At night I look for the ghost of my dead brother. I don’t believe in ghosts, I don’t want to see his ghost, and yet I still keep waiting, looking out the window, searching. My soul is yearning for something. I desperately need to feed it.

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