That feeling
the one where air seems to be loud
and the traffic is silent
when the utterance of hello from someone else's mouth feels exhausting
where minuscule life forces bring the unhappy feeling of beauty
That feeling
like a scar
that I just want to rip open with my bare hands
to let it flow like hot red steamy blood
fresh and loving
Just to let it hug me like a soft gentle friend
But this feeling
raw and painful
allows the traffic to be loud
surrounds me with amazing beauty of its own awful sort
doesn't allow me to hug it, I just swallows me whole
making me blind to the beautiful suffrage that my soul so loves and craves
This feeling
not wanted and lonely at times
leaving me vulnerable
and open to that world that loves to showcase its greatness
I see no greatness just lies and cheats
cheap knock offs of what life truly is
That life
that one that is nothing but loud
in your face
staining your vision red
making you numb
and blessing you with it's feeling
you know? that feeling
I crave you
find me old friend
I don't like life......
