Empty

No se porque, pero me siento vacia.

Siento como si me hubieran drenado de todo sentimiento, de toda felicidad, de toda esperanza para la vida. I look around and I ask myself why am I here? why am I so unhappy?

Is it because of the past... the present... the future or a combination of the three?
Is it because as a human I am never content with what I have?
Is it because lately you're too busy when I feel like talking.... when I feel like I venting.... when I miss you most.

Or is it because those moments of happiness are marred by those when you're gone, and there's no connection. And I can't hear you and I can't envision you.

I wish I could turn back time.... or move it forward to the point where we are together. And maybe, just maybe this emptiness will go away, and I will live through the brightness of your smile, lo contagioso de tu risa, y el amor de tus ojos.

Mientras, I will continue walking through life as if I'm not here.

Completely and utterly.... empty.