Fill the Gap.

When you finish a piece that you poured your soul into, you then feel empty. All of your feelings have been transferred... and there is something missing. Yes, writing is something that I love to do. Yes, in some ways it makes me feel more complete. But to get that whole missing piece filled there has to be some action. 

I wrote this deep poem, but I don't know what to do with it. Just leave it in my computer to take hard drive space? Reading over it when those feelings reappear? It feels like you need to say something, but can't form the word. It feels like you rolled the dice, but can't find the next space. 

But then I found prose. A social media where the goal is not to see who can get the most likes on a selfie, but a feed where you can read someone else's true self, or share your own. Prose is not a holy grail. It is not a website deserving of blind worship. However it showed me the spaces, it showed me how to form the words I had to say. And that piece that was missing is less big than it was before.