Me and my loneliness, often to each other speak. Not in english, french or roman nor in russian,kashmiri,urdu. But in language of desperation they to each other speak. What i seek and my actions deny is a good friendly company .but often my heart asks why? am i alone in this vast sea perhaps i like to be alone so am i much lonely. Me and my loneliness, much with each other chat one tells the other tales of time and the other listens to that one grieves to be alone in world other gives a consoling part. Thinking now and then of happy men my heart in sobs breaks thinking of the lonely day ahead my heart in terror wakes i pass my day all alone besides the lonely lakes. Me and my loneliness, to much to each other talk while i sleep in my cozy bed while besides the road i walk while i sit throw stones all day on the sea side rock. Hosting me, my loneliness asks me my will i ask for the friend alone which colors in life fill but those only have not i got in my life still.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 14:51:26 +0000
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