people are nice sometimes,
but sometimes they're not.
sometimes i prefer silence,
but isn't that lonely?
people don't understand me.
they're too wrapped up in their own minds,
i suppose, in a way, i am too.
but i do try.
its difficult to find someone,
who thinks a lot like you,
but when you do find them,
are they what you imagined?
will you be happy,
or will you find new things to want?
YOU ARE READING
All The Stars In The Sky
Short Storya collection of short stories and writing dumps; sometimes fandom oneshots and sometimes just some random things i think up in the middle of the night. © allianaavelinjackson 2021-2022
