Empty Pages Lyrics Novels & Stories

Ten years later But I, I'm in love (love, love, love, love) With my future And you don't know her And I, I'm in love (love, love) But not with anybody here I'll see you in a couple years Billie Elish Dear diary I didn't die Instead,I got reborn and life isn't unbearable anymore I am happier than ever I am happy I deserve to be happy "You're spacing out again love " "I'm processing my thoughts so leave me alone"

Blue green in the darkness. Always itself. He starts the engine. We go home.

The blackness rushed upward, swallowing the stadium, the gold suits, the silver eyes, and the little girl. Julian was the last one left. He reached out to me, his face a mask of pure, corporate terror. "You... you've canceled... everything..." Then, he was gone. The stadium was gone. The Moon was gone. The Earth was gone. --- ### The White Page I was floating in a world of pure, blinding white. There were no stars. There was no ground. There was no sound. It was the "Blank Page" the Author had spoken of. But it wasn't a page waiting to be written on. it was a page that had been washed clean.

After a long moment, I spoke again. "I should feel something. Relief. Satisfaction. Even sadness. But I don't. I just feel—" I searched for the word. "Empty." "That's not nothing." "No?" "No." He turned to look at me. "Empty means you've cleared out everything that was filling the space. The fear. The anger. The hope. Now you get to choose what comes next." I stared at him. "You always know what to say." "I don't. I just say what I think. You decide what it means."

He changed the music (Nahi jeena tere baaju Nahi jeena, Nahi jeena Main tenu samjhawan ki Na tere bina lagda jee Tu kee jaane pyaar mera Main karaan intezar tera Tu dil tuyyon jaan meri I don't have to live without you, don't have to live, don't have to live.. What do I explain to you, without you my heart is nowhere, [as in, my heart/mind isn't into anything, I am unable to concentrate on anything] what do you know about my love, I wait for you.. You're my heart, and you're my life too..

Thought of you as my mountain top Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but couldn't keep I've had but couldn't keep Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes Eden opened her eyes to see all of them sitting in front of her in a semi-circle, looking at her with wide eyes. Even Marina who was so disinterested in her was focusing on Eden’s singing. Jimmy felt so relaxed that he was sitting on the floor with his eyes closed, slowly moving along with the rhythm of the song. Charlotte was recording her from her phone. But none of it bothered her, she was too lost in the music and the beauty of the lyrics to care about anything else.

There was a new, subtle tension in her daughter’s posture, a faint line between her brows. “The song is changing again,” Lyra said, her voice low. Liora felt a familiar, almost nostalgic flicker of concern. It was the feeling that had preceded every great turning point in their lives. “Is it a threat? A new wound?” Lyra shook her head, her silver eyes looking inward. “No. It’s… an empty space. A silence, but not a sad one. A… waiting silence. In the song of the future. There’s a measure that’s blank. A note that hasn’t been written yet.”

"Ms. Lynn, can you hear me?" "How many fingers am I holding up?" "Ms. Lynn" "Ms. Lynn can you feel..." It was like the lyrics of a faint departing music, sung with harmonies of solos and duets, each lyric fainter than the previous. Her body seemed to be floating on cool waters and her eyes were drowsy, lured into the seductive beckoning of the empty space which her eyes surrendered to, moving away from the fading voices.

I cough, roll onto my side, and push myself up on trembling arms. What… is this? Everything around me is white. Not blinding empty. A vast, hollow expanse stretching in every direction, like a canvas someone forgot to paint. No sky. No ground. Just a horizon made of silence. Aria isn’t here. The thought hits like a punch to the ribs. I jolt upright, lightning sparking violently at my fingertips. “Aria!” My voice echoes in the emptiness like it’s bouncing off invisible walls. “Aria!” Nothing. No voice.

Sky I feel empty, not sad, not angry, not frustarted, it is just like someone took my heart away and closed my chest and told me to live like that I know many people had and even currently be fantasying something like that, but let me tell you it is no roses or does it makes matters better, cause the emptiness I feel is like something inside me was ripped out and never replaced, I wasn’t given no peace I haven’t spoken to Ace since that day.