I stare at an emotion chart trying to define this malady that is gnawing at me. Gnawing at my soul, stealing my joy. Names likeÂ Vulnerable, Empty, and Apathetic all seem to call up different creatures. The same with Inadequate, Anxious, and Overwhelmed. I look deeper.
The hollowness pushes outward, threatening to sublime my structure into vapor. A metric to define this, to have power over it.Â This void defies me as it swallows me whole.
I probably just need some sleep.