Void

Maybe that’s been my problem

this whole time.

I’ve been trying to fill

a void that can never

be filled.

Empty.

Void.

Empty.

-Destiny Fochtman

Images of my father haven’t left my brain these past few days. Feeling and healing SO much. Loss is so unpredictable and so are the waves of emotion that follow.

Two years now and I’m just beginning to mourn. Thanks to all those who make me feel that I’m not alone in the crazy thing we call life. So much love for my readers 🙌🏼✨

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