(for S, A, L, and S)
Strange, my friend
how you are so far away
or is it me?
Please tell me why
I dont feel at home
in here anymore
and would prefer
the:
sleepless nights
gory movies
cold noodles
dancing on birthdays
bloody papers
bowls of junk foods
aimless walks at downtown
drinking coffee
retelling told stories
with you.
Strange, how I even search for you
when I'm empty
or whole
or in between.
It seems that I am not sure
of anything anymore
until I hear your voice.
So please tell me why
I feel at home with you
my friend
and how the hell
did this happened.
YOU ARE READING
Among the Broken Ones
PuisiA collection of thoughts struggling to find some meaning.
