she's a little girl, keeping herself the company needed.
she's so bad at being alone and spending alone time, but
even though it's hard, you gotta learn it.
won't come easy, no, but what does
cross-legged, her yesterday washed hair in a high ponytail, she reads thousands of articles thinking,
'everyone's trying to shine on the internet'
she laughs a little,
'oh aren't people funny'
which one of them all will win her over today?
she reads.
she has to have someone talking in the background, no, no, she won't let herself be completely alone, the only sound being her mind and her hands.
she's not that good at being alone,
but she's trying
pressing her soft skinned palm on the mouse and letting her long, skinny, fair fingers press on it, scrolling through, finding a smoothing voice, seeing the smiles of others, that, oh, so nicely, warm her heart
smiles.
she loves does, she definitely does.
once the sound of someone's voice echoes through, hitting the walls and running back to her, she's satisfied, ready to clean out her desk, organizing things, making herself go back to the things she always had loved, but now, has floated away from.
she curls up her lips a bit and then a bit more, hearing the laughs echoing through her little place, bringing out the letters she had buried in her stuff some months ago,
some things just never die, huh?
enjoyment. pain. joy. heart warm. longing.
it fills her soul up, so much, that she could fly. she'd fly and love everyone, one after another, she'd let her petite, rosey and yet pale, lips touch the little foreheads of every soul. the warm ones, the cold ones, the crying souls and the smiling souls.
because in her eyes, they all shine the same. they shine so bright, she would never want to break them.
hearts are so gentle to be around, a wrong touch and it'll break, it will heal, but, the scars, oh, they get scared for life.
so she always will pick up and love it all. the small memories, the big memories. she adores them, and so,
she lets her head rest on the black chair, her silky, smooth hair swirling around, her fingers on the notes, and her eyelids shut, eyelashes mixed with one another, minding their own buissnes,
she drowns herself in the memories and smiles of the people around her.
and without noticing,
the sun has gone down,
down to meet another pair of eyes,
to wake up another,
and let them smile and feel love,
and opening her eyelids, letting her eyes get hit with the screen light,
she notices, she's smiling,
she's filled herself with love,
fill yourself with love.
YOU ARE READING
a rosey hue;.
Poesíaa book about the beautiful parts of life. the happiness and smiles, peacefulness and the truth, α яοѕєγ нυє, finding it's way into the morning sky, while the warm breeze is hitting your cheek;.
