A poem.

There’s a feeling, I don’t know if you get it

Kind of empty but full, a present absence

Longing for something just beyond your grasp

A disconcerting, unsettling, ethereal emotion

Wanting to fill a void already filled by emptiness

A room without furniture which nobody can fill

If there’s a word for it, discombobulation is that word

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