➵ The loneliness
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The loneliness of a soul, the sides talk to it. The child once loves to have the attention, at times growing up loves to be away from everything but still craves all the affection from the eyes may or may not looking.
The story revolves around, a young a length of leg, nine years old. The working souls around her. The side of seeing around her and how at times she knew they were there because they had to, not having intentions to enter or pass by her life, or invade to spread a smile, to give a quirk to her lips. The warmth of a hand over her head, the slight tight hug. A special treatment of a person could make her know she was not lonely enough.
First of may, the summer day for her. Through the closed doors, opened for her she stepped in and how she found her fingers trailing every part of the new home she has to call "sweet home" that relates to a feeling if those around her completed her sudden feelings. The Aderaline of feelings as her hand reached out for the door leading to a new start and her own walls where she could open up the treasure of her very chest. She found out wood every where, the rays of light shinning through the big window and it was like she fell in love with it, was not it weird for her to feel comfortable in the surroundings instead of finding them new.
The days spent and passed the hours and clocks doing their work, the minutes were running after to reach the night and then all she could see was moon light. The sudden knock knock along with tick tock rhymed to her ears as felt that someone was whispering for being weak with mind she did not find it strange, instead more curiosity near her. She looked beside her, up at the ceiling and a sudden knock knock each time a little more louder. Reaching to it, placing her fingers over the design of wood. The source of hearing, all connected to the wooden wall the words uttered and she found herself smiling and how she thought as if someone was keeping the company to her lonely self at night, the minutes of conversing turned to hours and finding herself slightly grinning as the sun rays began to shine through her window.
The sudden foot steps heard, and how the widen of eyes made her to act out as if she was dreaming beautiful things. The reaching of a hand over her, made her to lean the touch as soon thinking the hand did not push itself away, the opening of her eyes slowly found how the soft toy of hers was over her. All heart contained happiness suddenly turned into sorrow, multiplying each time to turn the pleasure of happiness into pleasure she found in most, the slipping of tears and suddenly thinking about the night. Running to listen to the wall again, they were all silent. The mind was wondering as if it was all quiet because of her crying or they appeared at night. Suddenly she felt how she was not scared at night all alone, the eagerness of meeting it became eager.
Slowly the day was nice to her, how she found happiness in soft usual nature. How the leaves were feeling heavy when she poured water over them, and how she struggled to reach out the cabinets as if she was climbing the mountains. How the sound of slow fan taking it turns realized her mind manipulating it to make the sound she wanted to hear. The drop of a water all alone felt like a Shelter in between she found lives. The extravagant amount of beauty beside her she did not know she would notice. The night and moon came to shine, the souls busy with in their life found their way to their dream land. And how she took the wooden chair over it to sit and wait for the sudden knock, smiling all brightly, ready to open all of herself.
The night she was tired but still desperate to face all of it that happened last night. Suddenly she listened to a knock and how her clock tick tock. Grabbing the sides as began to listen all of it and began to utter all what she held in her heart, the small heart of hers, and how she confessed it to be loving it that each night she had to rely on someone, it was her innocent and naive mind the heart of her hold it very nicely, and how she wondered it all knew what she was thinking may be they were able to see them as well.
The nights went by and how she began to wipe her tears, smile sometime a laugh and how then she found as if it was something for her only. The sound of it she fell for it dearly. The side she never knew could make her feel better. The questions in her mind she asked them all, the answers to some were unpredictable. The night once passed by not having to hear it, the heart was worried and the tears meant to flow as if she thought it all what she deserved, sorrow and to never be smiling genuinely. The bed side she gazed at the time, the frown each time grew more and the sudden tick tock rhymed into her mind, asking her and giving all the answers to her mind thinking. The fingers traces the glass of the very clock and how she placed it on the edge of her window, looking up at the sky and then she found herself spending the night there.
Growing up, she needed the arms, but soon words of affection made her complete made her that she was never that lonely. May be she was not, living with each one of soul but not craving the attention she once wanted. May be it out did it for her, and how suddenly the surroundings, the walls, the tick tock, the knock each night and the shining rays of sun and the gleaming of moon. The shadow of herself finding herself talking to them all.
The loneliness was always there in her life, she made her way out to find herself happy in being alone. Why do we even crave for affection when we can hear them talking even not giving the proper face or the voice of it. And how each night she talked to her own mind, thinking of what she was wanting the answer as and how her mind gave her the answer and how she found every soul betraying her but how walls found her vulnerable to hold her.
Once is held it, once I let it go. It was only me listening to my only self.
the end.
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