Alone, lying there, thinking... about what? See I don't know. I go out into the world and I can't seem to find my place. I come home and I can't find peace. Consumed by the large scale of this house, where it use to be "Finish Strong Fridays" and now it's leave me alone, as the door slams behind me. A desire I am longing for but can't find. A memory I think of but can't enjoy. A passion inside that's screaming because she wants out, but how do I form the words. So much so the moon hides because everyday seems like it isn't enough to fulfill what I am missing. The hurt that invades my heart, consuming like a virus and is destroyed my the push of a button. No everything is not okay. Everything is not fine. Staring at the glass in front of me seeing half empty instead of half full. Why me?! Lonely days, lonely nights, lots of tears and few fights. People say they are there for me, but at 2am when I am having that bad dream who do I call. God? Well that should be a no brainer but sometimes I want that friend to console me. Not broken, I am healing and I refused to be consumed by my thoughts. A Quiet Place only works if I am willing to wait for a response, and not send God to voicemail. A L O N E
