Somedays I miss. I miss someone, with everything I have, from the peeling skin around my nails, to my notebook . I lie down, Iβm unable to do anything. Because why is no one there by my side, why am I not curved around someoneβs warm body which is breathing safety, why am I not able to relate to those silly metaphors about us being jigsaw puzzles? On these days, I think of my hands as someone elseβs, but theyβre not. Theyβre not, and I am. Pathetic.
I wonder why do I feel so lonely, when Iβve been solitary all my life. I want to know who is it whom I miss, and am ready to lie down on the floor and cry about.
Itβs weird, you know, having so much to give, that it ends up suffocating one. Itβs all going stale, Iβll turn bitter by a few more sunsets. Iβm afraid I wonβt find you. And even if I will, you wonβt like me. You might tell me this isnβt what you want. What will I do then?
But for that, Iβll have to find you. But for now, itβs a full moon night, and I miss you.
Okay this is beautifully written. wow. I have no words to express how lovely this post is. The way youβve put across your emotions. Wow. βItβs weird, you know, having so much to give, that it ends up suffocating one.β These words have so much depth in them.
I know right. That feeling. That sad lonely feeling when you just want to crawl down on the floor and just cry.
This is beautiful