Alone.

Do you ever try to distract yourself from your loneliness? You want to outrun it… but your eyes are heavy and thoughts structureless like scribbles. It’s all too familiar. It’s being held by impossible arms that you can’t escape, so instead you learn to sway. The heavy breathed repose is finally found in your bittersweet submission. Aching and yearning inside of the stillness, where nothing is heard except for the beating night’s lullaby; echoed screams scale the hallways and the rooms of places you once called home. New inhabitants erase the markings of once angry children and patch holes that left welts on your father’s knuckles; and unbeknownst to them, the shards of your past continue to lie there, like wailing phantoms, waiting and waiting to be made whole again.

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