I have never once felt understood. At first it made me sad and withdrawn and that was easy to hide because I've always spent so much time alone. And while it made me heavy like a stone that was salvation because I'm light as feather-bone. The thing about being one of a kind, a human with his own skills and quirks and stories is that - that hole cannot be Fed but we try to fill it anyway.
But somewhere while filling that hole I stopped trying to share and just wanted to be enjoyed. Because nothing brings comfort to youth so much as reveling in another creature's touch. But when you dig deeper down that hole the void is so big it swallows you whole. So instead of feeding the hole and gaining my life I've become the meal of my own desires. Now I'm crawling around in the cavern of a head and what I once knew I don't understand.
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Kaleidoscope
PoetryThe glimpses of someone's mind are like shards in a kaleidoscope -diverse and always changing. poetry collection
