Thoughts of you.I could not think back to the time you looked in my eyes. You directly looked into my soul. Your soul embraced my soul.Your smile embraced my body. I felt the warmth of your glance. And all I ever wanted was to feel your kiss. To feel your soft lips on mine.Your hugs, your touches, the goosebumps on my skin.And then I realized you were imaginary.
Alone in this world.Are you okay? Yes, I am.Are you afraid?Yes, I am.Will you ever be afraid of nothing? Will you ever be completely happy?Someday all your feelings will stop roughingAll of them are becoming scrappy.Being okay is not what it seems"okay" is a word of slothit may be a word of dreamsbut mostly it's a word of both.Sadness and reclusion.
About sadness.I have always waited waited for insanity to come. Everything is ratedby others, but I am all alone....Buying things to compensateall the things I ever lostAll things to abbreviatethe urge of things I needed most....The feeling of happinessempathy, comprehensionis now filled with loneliness;sadness with expansion.
Sta.sh
