I’m leaving you with a rather melancholy picture, but in the depths of my heart I’m happy.
There's something terrifyingly unexplainable about loneliness, you get wrapped up so deep into yourself to the point where even the slightest changes to your daily routine makes you feel like you have wasted your time and you think about that for so long trying to analyze every step you took to make sense of everything, when in reality it's the same day like yesterday and it's gonna repeat itself tomorrow, but now you have scared yourself and you feel guilty, you look into the mirror, you see that terrified look on your face and you start to sincerely apologies to yourself.
What about the emptiness you left for me? Why didn't you take your absence with you?
You grabbed my hand and I looked at you, you were there, fighting the tears. I looked away and you left, you weren't there, I cried. I woke up into an endless road surrounded by trees. I was scared but you weren't there. I yelled but you weren't there. I woke up again and here I am, looking out of the window to the…
I live in a remote area because of my job. An area that has nothing except for a huge factory and some small rooms for the employees. They call it a complex, I call it a cemetery.
Every time I go into my room I feel the emptiness she feels. The small bed right beside the small couch and near the dirty window there is a four-legged green chair but one of the legs is broken so I don't use…