I sit there, on my bed
hoping for some rest.
But unfortunately,
I get loneliness in return.
The thing about feeling lonely at times is,
you get to admire the things that goes unnoticed, with utmost respect;
like the corner bin waiting for someone to fill its soul,
like the dust succumbed to be blown in between the keys of my computer keyboard,
like the piled clothes on a bean bag and anything that's been stuffed,
serving a purpose.
How I wish to stuff my
feelings within me,
but sadly, it doesn't work that way.
You can't stuff random things when you're feeling lonely.
It just have to be served
with another feeling by another heart, only.
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