Hollow
sometimes you wake up and you're hollow
your whole body feels like a hole waiting to be
filled with something
but nothing satisfies
so you lie back and stare at the ceiling
eyes lazily tracing the patterns and cracks
seeing but not really seeing
like you're there but not really there
mind absent, exploring some far off imaginary place
where you are not you and your life is not your life and
you're not lying on your bed feeling
hollow