Perhaps it's for times like this that the beautiful little things exist. Laugh a little more, live a little more, until that laughter becomes real, dust of color that eventually form something substantial.
When you lose something you've once truly treasured, something which no longer means anything to you, it leaves a gaping hole, snatches something from your soul, even if losing it was a conscious choice you made. You are the void, a burst of cold air seeking to feel something in the warmth of a human touch, a kiss, an embrace, shadowy forms that crosses yours. Smile because you can't feel anything, cover up the emptiness of your eyes, your phantom heart.
