Silent Plea

Twenty Nine.

It's strange how you could just be lying in bed listening to music and suddenly you feel sad and sort of wistful. You feel nostalgic about the days that went past but there's nothing more to be done. Whimpering heart and lost soul gazes into the blank air filled with nothingness and you just feel empty, like you're missing something but you can never find it. You curl into the blankets and increase the volume of the music because you want to feel something and you want to drown out everything else. Nothing works, that part of you that's seeking for more isn't going to be filled. You're stuck in this box, this house but you want to go out and see the world. There's so much to be seen and done. There is so much to explore and to fall in love with. But you're stuck here with bad memories and a head full of agony and fucked up shit. There is no sense of tranquillity just solitude.