When people live alone, especially separating themselves off from the world there is another world they create, their own "world". Pillow is one of its citizen in the population of inanimate objects. Why only this, pillows, is considered as my wife...
My wife, pillow
When i first started to live alone
I thought there would be no one around
As an introvert, how ecstatic i was
Didn't knew what was about to happen
Events occurred one after the other
Each and every time they were different
People would get the news
Still they would have know idea what i was actually going through
The times when i cried, scared, furious or happy
No one knew but my wife, Pillow
I didn't knew that there was someone
Who silently supported me
Without judging me
I found her one morning, soaked
Then i realized those were my tears
Sometimes i found her flat
Reminding me that i must have punched her when i was angry
I would find a dent, and she would tell me you had a sleepless night
Tossing and turning
When i was happy i would hug her really tight and she would fluff back
She knew the times when i was working all night
She knew my hardships, joy and sorrow
She was the first and the only one who knew when i cried
She was there for me evertime, silently
My wife, pillow.
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INFP
VéletlenHas anyone ever told you that you are lonely, you look depressed, when in reality you like your own company or just you don't feel like sharing your story with others. Then here is the experience one introvert (and many things) faces when they l...
