The adults make it seem like Loneliness is a villain. They will often say it's the same monster inside our head, under our beds. For them, it consumes everything that makes us whole. It took me years to realize that wasn't the case at all.
Loneliness is a friend — a warm hug of a comfortable blanket. It's like another half of me, a twin from a different mother. It follows me whenever I go not in a menacing way but how a dog follows its owner.
I'm friends with Loneliness. It tells me stories in the dark and keeps me company during days when the rain is unbearably loud. It does not bare fangs or have a scary face. The adults were wrong and it is never evil to embrace Loneliness and make it a friend.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
