Isolation

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Stingy tears spill
On helpless pillows
In a terrifyingly silent room
With walls cracking up
Covering the furniture
In delinquent dust

Craving human touch
Feels strangely alien
Staying alone has become
So utterly mundane
And yet so thrilling
As I float away into a haze

Some days strangely hurt
As I trace my steps
The exact same way
In the exact same space
And I gravitate towards
Sweet and sad songs

Some days stick out, surreal
As I feel so comfortable
In my own skin
As I hum an old tune
Dancing away
In a lucid dream

Some days, I travel miles
Without moving an inch
Beautifully broken promises
Suddenly integrate
As I immerse myself
In my thoughts

Baring my emotions
For these four walls to see
Finding my way
To the person
I am meant to be


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