Thus

Valiantly, I fill my days with what used to be. What I used to do. The people I used to share the days with. I'm having myself caught in a swirl of things that used to make me think I'm whole. Make me think that everything deserves to be everything. But the days feel so hollow. They're hollow and they want you. You who can only fill them with so much.

I know it's never enough. I wish I know better than hanging on to something that is less than what I deserve.