Quietly Loud

It’s like a bottle that was filled with energy drinks.

Although it’s empty yet full of tasks that occupy the mind,

But not knowing one’s whereabouts, one feels trapped in a ball of twine.

Threaded through a hole of strengths and desires with both combined,

To leak out of an airtight container which was carefully confined.

With gradual outbursts of sensations that couldn’t continue to be left behind.

Thus one cannot think of what to say but let it travel through space and time,

As collisions occur where there’s no energy transferred, the power of devotion declines.

It’s a must to empty the emptiness inside.

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