Empty Bottles Full of Stories

by R.H. Sin

Distance has a funny way of reminding you how close two people could either grow apart or grow closer together.

some how, you’d find the inspiration needed to find your way back home.

They want to know they’re not alone . . .

that the world is hard, that people are soft, and all of us are terribly looking for ways NOT to shatter.

I will tell you this: the world doesn’t make much sense without the people you love.

Sadness, like happiness, is delicate and temporary.

Too often this is how it ends . . . and too often do we, as people, only appreciate someone once they are gone.

Don’t waste any time. Tell them you need them, show them why now is important. Why now is special. We might never get this chance ever again. The past is always growing and time

is just another metaphor that represents all the people we’ve lost.

I think you want people to notice you but want others to think that isolation pumps through your veins.

People, moments, and life will show you how too much

of anything can be dangerous.

They will make you either feel m...

too much of too much. Too much emptiness. Too much confusion. Too much to hold. Too much to let go. You won’t be the same person after you’ve seen

what you’re meant to see . . . and how could you? The world is both light and dark

all the things she had lived through meant nothing without the people she loved.

Too much heart and too much inspiration to change that look in your eyes.

I feel the people. I feel the pain. I feel the breath of the ocean in me. And because of it I carry too much of too much for my own good. I am still, and the weight of it all is beautiful. And sometimes, among all things,

Believe in them, know them . . . they are connected for a reason after all.

Why do people fight for it? Why do people crave being accepted, appreciated, and loved by many? I never understood this and to be honest, I’m not sure how anyone could even want this type of commitment.

I want to stay in the shadows. I want to stay where all things that go ignored remain where they do go die . . . but be in the light just enough to be remembered.

The truth is, I still don’t know who I am but hey, I’m working on it, right? And it’s a struggle I go through every day. The same as everyone else, and that doesn’t mean anything, other than the fact that I’m just like you.

I’m still the same young boy looking for a way out. Looking for a way in . . .

that is, into my own head and my own heart and being known has nothing to do with it. I’m still searching for all the things that bring me happiness. It is the pursuit that drives me all along.

Pain is not the celebrity. Let us, the people who feel not worship the wrath, the control of the banks. Let us, the people who love brace together and overcome their hate.

I can see it in your eyes, you’re hiding something or maybe even someone. So keep telling yourself you don’t need me to help you because one day, I’m going to find you and you won’t lose yourself again.

Believe that all things that happen . . . come to us whether we want it or not.

Love hard and love broken people even harder.

I love myself and I have always looked out for myself the best way I know how. But I swear, sometimes I feel the urge to be held, understood, and loved in the sweetest way.

I’ve dealt with hearts that don’t break too lightly. Hard hearts, you know . . . hearts that have seen too much, felt too much to even flinch

Yes, life is hard and loving someone is even harder, and right now you caught me at a difficult time in my life, a time where I put myself first. A time where I only have my own problems to care about, to deal with.

but we will try even if the words are hard to project.

Understand that sometimes life isn’t beautiful. That sometimes

life is hell but we’d rather feel the chaos than feel nothing at all.

The thing about you is, you carry this kindred sadness that draws me in and it’s a lot like mine. It peeks from the edge of my eyes when it wants to and only a handful of people take notice.

It hurts because you have so much in you

but don’t have the slightest clue on how to pour it out.

It hurts because you’re up every night thinking why does it hurt so damn much without knowing why. And lastly, it hurts because feelings matter and you could never...

There she waits for the sadness to go away. There she waits to be reborn,

What if the love of your life is alone, just like you, feeling some of the same feelings? With questions as big as yours and doubts as deep as the doubt that now consumes you? What if holding on to someone who no longer deserves your attention is distracting you from being with the one person who would never hurt you in the ways you’ve grown accustomed to? You could

really be in love instead of pretending to be in love with someone who does nothing to earn the love you’ve been wasting on the person who isn’t the one you should be with.

i swore i’d never visit but i’m here and for some reason it feels like home

You don’t even know how much love you’ve stolen from yourself while trying to maintain unhealthy relationships with people who have proven time and time again that they’ll never be able to love you the way you deserve. You don’t even know how much time you’ve robbed yourself of. All those late nights and early mornings, spent chasing the thought of a person who rarely even thought about you.

Your joy is constantly fading because you’ve built your happiness on temporary things. Your peace has now become reliant upon a weak foundation. Sadly, you’d rather pretend to be happy, smiling in photos, crying when the lights of social media are off. Giving the world a fictional version of who you are, hiding your truth to appease others, your sadness is not a burden. Your sadness is significant. Your sadness is important. This thing that you feel will strengthen your soul if you let it. So feel whatever it is that you need to feel. No matter what it is, you don’t have to be silent.

all of yourself all of everything

invested into something that now feels like nothing

i was in love with the idea of knowing you before i knew you living in the hell that i labeled love while dying to meet the one in my dreams not realizing at the time that in order to begin with you i had to first end it

with any and everyone incapable of loving me correctly and you would only find me once you decided to go after more than you settled for

we were broke we were broken we were tired but we had each other and that was the richest feeling

we didn’t have much but we had everything when together