22 Diaries. Story six

Painted Poems

What people in your life really mean to you?

your family, your friends, your colleagues

Do you even have any friends?

Friends who never let go and never let you feel the cold. Friends whom you feel safe with. Friends whom you feel free with.

content isn’t enough

They talk to you through the clouds, not through the metal that makes them blind.

I cannot recall.

But I exactly remember the day everything ended. I remember how it made me feel.

How can I say a word now? When all you want me to be is a silent machine of your imagination.

You told me once to always say how I’m feeling. My truths are blunt, though.

Sorry should I feel…
or say.

However, I’m not the one whose words float in the air.

Careless. Like the soul that never found its home.

Understanding. It’s what you expect, giving a…

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