there is something
wrong with me—
a hollow
where my True heart
is supposed to be
there is nothing
inherently wrong
about having something
wrong about myself
it is this specific type of wrong
that poses problem:
a wrong wrong
there is a cavity
within the walls
my cup
it holds no water
the day i stopped
to ask myself
if everything tasted the same
as nothing
i stopped wanting anything else
so empty remains my cup
so hollow remains my heart
Xiaoyi Yuan currently lives in Montreal, QC with her family, her cat and many dreams. With a family constantly on the move, she finds pieces of herself scattered all over the world- fondly in places like Nigeria and China. The one thing she’s never let go of, though, is writing. When she’s not busy studying or writing, she is a professional lucid dreamer and spends all her nights travelling through different dimensions and living different lives. She has much love to give and many funny little feelings to share.