Sunday, February 20, 2011
independent, she is.
the quietness of being alone draws her in.
the stillness, it comforts her,
beckoning her to come...
to push others away.
but the stillness becomes painful,
with tears streaming down her face,
she realizes this world she has created is...
the lonely consumes her,
sending chills down her spine.
the lonely rings in her ears like a siren.
the lonely is calling her no more.