There’s a hollow emotion in me.
No, it isn’t an empty feeling.
Would you call a conch empty,
with the music it carries within?
But the music within me is quiet
Like frothy waves on a sea shore
Like the chamomile tea I sip on a cold evening
Like brown curls waiting to be ruffled by a breeze.
My fingers run to social media
to post what I’m feeling
only to realise that I don’t have words
for this quiet;
only to realise that not every emotion
needs to be expressed.
Some emotions are silent.
The exist, only when you notice.
24shades 