There is a space where everything is just matter.

A lens,

A pair of glasses where matter – touches the eyes

But substance evaporates from the senses

Trends, are here.

Glitter, you

Should I be happy?

I. Feel. Empty. I. Feel. Empty. But it’s so beautiful?

How can it make me feel this way?

Isn’t it supposed to make me happy?

Is there love here somewhere, tell me.

That old feeling I felt once. Or twice.

But it’s somewhere in the back of my head.

Was it when I made cookies with grandmother?

Was it when I played as a child?

Was it when I hung in between mom and dad’s arms?

Was it when I lost it. Where did that feeling go?

Blank space,

Colors and shape but,

Blank space.

Inside.