what is this new excruciating contentment where I feel no longing; no long for anyone? I am emptied. how do I fill the space previously occupied by endless obsession for objects that rejected me, neglected me, ignored me, or objects that never existed? I am just empty space. I am a vacuum, reaching for craving. but I feel no craving. I feel nothing.
–8/16/17, 10:25 pm