i find myself longing for loneliness,
my room, my silent protector,
it is not the fear of being seen,
but one of being perceived,
my room is my shield,
i find myself longing for solitude and silence,
for in the quiet of my sorrow,
i am most at ease,
i am home.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
i find myself longing for loneliness,
my room, my silent protector,
it is not the fear of being seen,
but one of being perceived,
my room is my shield,
i find myself longing for solitude and silence,
for in the quiet of my sorrow,
i am most at ease,
i am home.
welp, my first poem. i guess.