i am in a room of my own.
a solitary confinement of
my own will, or
perhaps not?
there are a few doors
around this room.
the soft noise of mild chatter
emits from them.
yet,
i sit alone. in my room.
i am feeling
r e s t l e s s.
i open a door and i
see my friends round a table,
chit-chatting idly.
they laugh and welcome me
to the table.
today, i say a salutation
and shut the door behind me.
i do the same with the rest.
i walk back to the middle of the my room.
i start to c
r
y.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
i am in a room of my own.
a solitary confinement of
my own will, or
perhaps not?
there are a few doors
around this room.
the soft noise of mild chatter
emits from them.
yet,
i sit alone. in my room.
i am feeling
r e s t l e s s.
i open a door and i
see my friends round a table,
chit-chatting idly.
they laugh and welcome me
to the table.
today, i say a salutation
and shut the door behind me.
i do the same with the rest.
i walk back to the middle of the my room.
i start to c
r
y.
feeling disconnected from everyone lately
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