Here's a little poem I wrote at about 2:30am. It's not exactly pinkcheeese, but hey...
Those I can see, hear and touch
Seem like strangers
Those whose thoughts I can only read
Seem so close, but so far away
If only they were here, or I was there...
My body aches, cries for rest
But my mind clings to the place that I love best
My little corner where I nest...
I eat, I read, I speak, I give, I take, I share
I feel as if I'm nowhere but everywhere
I try to search for beautiful, long words
But only short ones fall from my fingertips
Perhaps simply is the best way to put it
Must feelings always be so dressed?
Maybe if I wasn't so stressed...
My mind reels from contemplating regrets...
MY body aches, cries for rest
But my mind clings to the place that I love best
My little corner where I nest...
I eat, I read, I speak, I give, I take, I share
I feel as though I'm everywhere but nowhere
Even the small words dry up now...
The melody of music laps over my thoughts
I want to say more, but don't know how...
Hitoribocchi...aloneness, lonliness, solitude...
Perhaps in lamenting, I'm just being dramatic,
Or perhaps even just plain rude...
Off I go now, to a plane of isolated dreams...
No matter where I go, it is never near enough.
I could go on forever -- or not -- it seems
I wonder...do I ask to be mocked by saying all this stuff?
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