I sit here ,watching , eyes wide with joy. There are 3 other chairs here but not another plate in sight, nor fork or spoon. Its not odd for its only just after noon.
Is this how it feels to be excited? The dinning hall fills with people who all look and sound the same and I start to smile, reading the name tags eagerly and yet by the time the dinner bell rings my smile twist as I realize that I am still sitting here, but no longer waiting because everyone has found a seat elsewhere among themselves.
I slowly stand and grab a plate of the food I am supposed to enjoy and sit back down. I remove the number tag from 4 to 1 for it is just I and fight the urge to cry. This has been the cycle, me, waiting, and then feeling unseen. I no longer wait or read the name tags eagerly, for I now understand that this is just how it is here at the table for 1, now I'm learning how to have my own fun.
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Writings from the soul
कविताhello my name is April and these are my original poems/ short writings. I write what's real to me, what's my reality and what is raw but also some are just burst of inspiration and I write as they come to me and will keep them organized. feel fre...
