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The Space Inside Me
By ARTEMIS
Hollow. Empty. Void. Light. Weightless. Black. Uncertain. Blank.
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When you have everything everybody wants, you don’t have the right to question or want some more. But did they ever think that you want everything that you have? Never.
I have to live in a space inside me with other people dictating how to live my life. Because I did well, everybody thinks I can do everything. I don’t have the right to rest, to weep, to be weak, to give up or to say no.
It is tiring not to see your own real reflection but see it into how others want to portray you. I live in a broken façade of perfectness and in my own lifeless bubble. I’m slowly losing myself along the process of gaining some attention from other people. There will be always a deeper meaning behind “I’m fine” and an agony someone else’s eyes. Most people chose not to see it or chose to be blinded with it.
We are lost in the vast space inside ourselves. Hence, it is time to step up the game and start looking amidst the darkness. It is not your fault, it’s everybody’s fault because we took ourselves for granted. In my case, I’m still navigating my way through. I’m still in the middle of emptiness, of the vastness, of the hollowness, of the gravity-less, of the blankness of myself.

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