In fact, it is the acute loneliness that makes me quake.
I am not meant to be alone. I know that now, like an eyeball staring at a razor blade closing in knows its not meant to be sliced.
If only I could scream, my voice would keep me company.
If only I could cry, my tears would be a welcome companion.
If only I could be seen, realy seen in this darkness, I would be understood, and maby someone will care.
But now even my sreaming is running out. The jaws of silence gaped from the very throat of this darkness. I want to scream, only to make some sound, because sound itself is something to belong to.
written by:emmiko
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