Left Unspoken

Loner's Media

Another day of waiting for the three gray dots.
To glide and make a speech about life and whatnots.
Pacing back and forth, hands sweating through the bright screen.
With deep sighs, not letting the intrusive thoughts win.

Is it the mind or the words really seem colder?
Knowing that such hands might be held by another.
Holding back the interrogative expression.
Supporting character in this situation.

Hazy head, found oneself writing the same story.
Again, fortunately and unfortunately.
Curiosity killing the purring romance.
Hopeless dreams in reality, left in a trance.

Rationalizing quiet and ceaseless heartbreaks.
For a lifeless soul can't let go of the stakes.
Streams of sentences to fill the heart's lacuna.
Viewing the one-star movie: a loner's media.