I came across this book, at a second hand bookshop. And among all the books that I could have picked up randomly, if was this book called God-Shaped Hole.

The God-Shaped hole is in all of us. We fill it up with things that may or may not hurt us. Some do drugs to fill it up, some drink their cares away, and some destroy themselves with unsaid words.

I saw a relationship crumble today, how it disintegrated before my very eyes. Terrible words were said, but the ones that needed to be said were not. Why do people do the things that they hate? Hurt the ones that they love, bringing out the worse in them. I wonder what fills up their emptiness...the one that's so vast it consumes them.

Maybe somehow, somewhere down the road, things might change, and that empty place within them ceases to hurt.

Maybe one day, the stars in the night sky would show again

I opened the first page, and in it, a song...