“Whether you take the doughnut hole as a blank space or as an entity unto itself is a purely metaphysical question and does not affect the taste of the doughnut one bit.” ― Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase
I’m kinda whole now with a big hole in my heart. I got everything I want, I got everything I need. But it feels like there’s something missing. Or well sorta like that. That’s what it feels like, sometimes I feel so empty inside like a doughnut.
Missing a hole or not, I’m still whole.