My Spilling Ink

Emptiness

Emptiness that I feel is moving around my head, my heart and my soul.  It’s eating each memory in my head, each feeling in my heart and each desire in my soul. I was lying alone, looking the ceiling thinking of nothing.
“How’s that even possible?” myself questioning in my mind.
Since I move here, everything I feel is just a feeling of disgust of myself, no confident and trust to my own self. Is it really here make me feel like this? Or… it is because that girl.
My hand grasps my wrist tightly feeling the movement of blood in my hand. Blood is the unstoppable moving thing that run through our body that help us alive. I am trying to fill the head with something. You cannot stop the movement unless you want to die. Out of nowhere that idea came out to head. My nose suck the air and my chest keep enlarge exchange the oxygen with carbon dioxide and the nose exhale it.  The rain is getting even heavier, my body feels colder. I stand up and walk to my bedroom watching a girl…standing in the rain looking me with undefined look... she stare me a moment and look away and walk along the road.. i just watch her walk a way.. What is it she want?