still
as the day surrenders
i find myself
slouched and
still
i'm not one to flock
with others
or be approachable
still
i miss the
excitement and movement
endless nights
still
even if i prefer
a small gathering
i find myself
still
alone. at least
i had a choice to
look present
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC
still
as the day surrenders
i find myself
slouched and
still
i'm not one to flock
with others
or be approachable
still
i miss the
excitement and movement
endless nights
still
even if i prefer
a small gathering
i find myself
still
alone. at least
i had a choice to
look present
back then i would feel alone in a crowd, but i wouldn't look alone. sitting in my room I am physically and mentally alone
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