Star-fed.

I feel an overbearing emptiness. It's strange.
But it's not the broke-up-with-someone kind of emptiness, where you’d rather leave it open just to preserve the remnants of memory and love that once overflowed its borders.

It's more of the kind of void which you’re willing to sate, not by satisfying yourself with excessive food, or excessive hunger, or masochism. It's the type where you want to set things right and fill yourself through achievements.

But it’s also a resolve so thin and fragile, that any form of malmovement might sever it.
Sigh.