Somedays you feel alone
The feeling of adventure and exasperation
Itching in every corner of your body
But with no place to go or
Anybody to turn to
You just feel
downright
alone.
Somedays we feel empty
Every breath, every echo, every moment seems to
Mirror our emptiness
So much so that we come to assume
that the sky would care how we feel.
As if the beads of water plopping
Softly onto the pavement are in honor of us,
Like the melody of sadness pouring from the sky
Was meant to be a harmony
To the pianissimo choir that runs down
Each of our cheeks on
These days.
It’s on these somedays
That we long for somebody to understand,
That we long for somebody to listen.
But on most days,
The only person we can count on to be there for us
Is ourselves.
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