And so she sat in her room hoping for a phone call or a knock on the door to reassure her of her existence. As she sits on her bed she hopes that someone, anyone is thinking about her, needing her, wanting her in any way shape or form so that she can feel comforted in the fact that her existence is recognized and that she is not the lonesome person she has always feared. She lays in her bed dreading the days and weeks ahead for she knows that she will have to return to her meager existence and leave behind her sense of security and her imagined sense of popularity at least for a while. And so she lays in her bed frightened by her own sense of insecurity wondering if the people who give her the attention are sincere of if they simply pretend to like her. It really makes no difference because she has the attention and to her that's all that matters and with that she is awakened from her thoughts by a knock on the door.. BLISS, Someone is looking for me, knocking on my door so I am truly loved..at least that is what I choose to believe.
Three dots. Individually, they are the end of us all - but together, they are the indefinate continuation that defines life eternal.
Perhaps this time, they represent the lull between calls. Or being forever trapped in this continuation of our own sad realities, hoping for the one who can take us by the hand, away from here, and put a smile on our face.
Is this not what was meant when he was left breathless, saying that "Forever my heart will stay lonely, lonely"?
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amanda. :) it's my pleasure, sana.
And so she sat in her room hoping for a phone call or a knock on the door to reassure her of her existence.
As she sits on her bed she hopes that someone, anyone is thinking about her, needing her, wanting her in any way shape or form so that she can feel comforted in the fact that her existence is recognized and that she is not the lonesome person she has always feared.
She lays in her bed dreading the days and weeks ahead for she knows that she will have to return to her meager existence and leave behind her sense of security and her imagined sense of popularity at least for a while.
And so she lays in her bed frightened by her own sense of insecurity wondering if the people who give her the attention are sincere of if they simply pretend to like her.
It really makes no difference because she has the attention and to her that's all that matters and with that she is awakened from her thoughts by a knock on the door.. BLISS,
Someone is looking for me, knocking on my door so I am truly loved..at least that is what I choose to believe.
Three dots. Individually, they are the end of us all - but together, they are the indefinate continuation that defines life eternal.
Perhaps this time, they represent the lull between calls. Or being forever trapped in this continuation of our own sad realities, hoping for the one who can take us by the hand, away from here, and put a smile on our face.
Is this not what was meant when he was left breathless, saying that "Forever my heart will stay lonely, lonely"?
you write like the man who broke my heart. beautifully.
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