Piece #1

Good evening! Here is a slice of my experience.





I am used to being alone.

I am used to walking home on my own.

Carrying my cross as if there was nothing else in the world,

but me and my burdens.

It gets lonely for sure but at least in this way

No one is hurting but me

I don't know if it's brave

or if it's foolish

But I know I am not the only one in the world that feels this way.

Talk about a quiet and simple life

Slowly but surely making my way up

To wherever that "up" is

You probably don't see it

or hear it

or even feel it

But my yearning for company and security is there

in a soft, silent whisper amongst the deafening roars

It's difficult to tell you how I feel

But this is my way of trying to do so.

Have a good night now ~

AMDG