A tiny speck of dust, I, float in measureless oceans of space. All I am is a vacant stare amidst a seemingly sophisticated world where I will never belong. Lost in a trance in a crowd doing the happy dance. Will faking a smile earn me an offer to stay? I never think twice about the price I’ve had to pay. Yes there was once a time when I would have liked to be understood. The time when I gave up reality for delusion, endorsing a new attitude and a made up passion. You see, the safety of monotony can mask the missing happiness.
My warmth in a rainy day,
All the happiness that’s here to stay.
The fire in my heart,
The greatest memories that never part.
Faith at times of worry,
Forever, my strong and steady.
You’re every fleeting thought.
You’re every little day dream.
And if I get lazy, I’ll simply tell you,
You’re everything to me.
Y O U.
Every morning, she found the same three letters etched onto the piece of paper on her dusty old type writer.
The presence was too big to ignore. She felt it. In the air. Something calling out to her…
Another writer with a busy life. She was torn in between making a living and wanting to live.