empty jar

i feel like an empty jar, waiting, just for one thing. to be filled. i try to distract myself, to fill the empty space, however, it’s almost like there’s a leak in the jar. each effort to fill the jar, becomes a brief moment of relief, slipping through the cracks, leaving me hollow, wondering if anything can truly fill my jar i search for the sealant, something to fill the cracks, but nothing feels sufficient. leaving me with the same feeling as before, a jar that can’t be filled.