I yearned for you. I wanted to ask you about how your day was going. I wanted to tell you that I was bored and needed your soft words to put a rest to my aching soul. I wanted you to to talk to me; to acknowledge that I'm still here, waiting for you. But the only thing that came out of this desperate and dry mouth was a short and helpless plea, 'hi'.
I didn't know how long it would take. I told you that it was fine if I waited. I was used to such things. But then I began to doubt myself, with anxiety and loneliness whispering on both of sides of my ears. I didn't want to pay anymore attention to them. Thankfully sleep was always by my side, even if I was an insomniac.
I wished that he would just notice how much time and effort I put into trying my best not to distract him from his work.
I just want to talk to you, but the only person holding me back is myself.
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Abstract
PoetryWords may be the best medicine. But they can also do more harm than good. Here's a spontaneous collection of words, vignette's, short stories and poetry combined into a timeless and relevant output that not only comes from experience but also from t...
