Hush

Walking through the streets of Paris. Wanting to just keep walking. Feeling like I wanna get lost. (Also thinking that that’s silly, and how I have to be back in time for a call in a bit.)

Hard to feel hope today. Not exactly feeling hopeless. More like there is no space for the feeling if hope at the moment.

What is that space filled up with, then? Emptiness? Desire for emptiness? Sadness? I don’t know.

I want silence now. Hush.