Creative Writing and Journal
Wandering alone, scared to meet anyone's eyes. Would I find kindness if I did look? Disgust? Pity?
Curling up alone in bed missing you.
Another lonely morning, writing without you by my side. I want to see you again but I can't.
- E.
I am a lonely twig, lost in a dark and lonely sea
Walking down the lonely hall,
Hold on to hope, you'll find your way.
The way is less of a straight line from point A to point B, and more of a rough topography full of rocks, mountains and valleys. But you'll find your way.
I know you are a fighter, you've faced death and survived many times. You'll find your way.
This empty space, where you used to be, it aches.
My other half, gone. A gaping hole, unfillable. I saw you for a moment, out of the corner of my eye, but you left.
Why didn't you take me with you? Why couldn't we leave at the same time? Will I ever feel whole without you?
Slowly, I forget. A heavy sigh without direction. Where am I? Who am I? What is home?
That ache remembers you. Connected at the veins, sharing the same heart and brain, sighing in unison.
A lonely sigh searching for a companion.
I don't know if anyone will stay long enough for me to connect like that again. I miss you.