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. by OliviaMichalski, literature
Literature
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 roughing
All of them are becoming scrappy.
Being okay is not what it seems
"okay" is a word of sloth
it may be a word of dreams
but mostly it's a word of both.
Sadness and reclusion.
I have always waited
waited for insanity to come.
Everything is rated
by others, but I am all alone.
...
Buying things to compensate
all the things I ever lost
All things to abbreviate
the urge of things I needed most.
...
The feeling of happiness
empathy, comprehension
is now filled with loneliness;
sadness with expansion.