For a warm moment, I felt needed, desired, cared for. The box of my thoughts had drifted into a lake of dread,which I never saw again. I missed the feeling of human contact. I had almost forgotten what another person's skin cloak felt like.
I had she'd mine long ago. I needed to peel off the unnecessary memories I locked up. The only sanctuary good enough for a person like me is the one with pure silky solitude.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
