to be so lonely
I found myself at the bottom and wrote a paragraph,
Where only the most terrible of thoughts exist
I open it up and read from time to time,
When I’m lost and can’t breathe
…
Like tonight
When lonely is an insufferable taste
And my tears have saturated what is left of my skin
Unanswered prayers slip from sealed lips and dissipate into thin air
Once the wind shifts directions my focus is shaken and the moment has expired into nothingness.
Again.
The Chessplayer
Thu 29th Dec 2022 18:03
We are only our thoughts. And more often than not, the true measure of our happiness is how well we manage to hide from them. We try not to think. But some of us are just too sane. So we envy the insane, and drink.
Keep writing.