i like sitting in the corners of the house, quiet but lonely
where a house is not a home-
it is fascinating to me,
reading every corner of humans mind,
staring into the void,
you lost the touch, but still can see,
hyperaware of what you're missing on,
trying to fit in, but not in corners.
such corners, brings in solitude,
takes away the connection you need.
choosing to isolate while
the ultimate desperation of connection,
binds your soul into threads.
when the soul's purpose is to find a connection, within or outside,
is this being human enough or a human who ran out of desperation?
yet, living with hope in disguise.
a hope to fit in, but not in corners.
-akshitha