so , i was reading a book .
about love , connections , family .
i was really into them lately .
i was wondering , why ? why am i attracted to such a thing ?
i flicked .
man , im just lonely .
i crave , for it .
everytime i read a book ,
" man , i want to be loved like that too . "
pathetic and endearing at the same time .
all this time , i put on a mask , create a barrier , care too little for people around me , i created a space for myself , only . books are my , latibule . ( and still are )
i have the whole word in my imagination .
myself , is my latibule .
yea , maybe im a little , too lonely .
