Lonely
It’s a little like itching
The anti to addicting
It’s a little like melting into a frozen state
Freezing into a smooth, sweet, salty, gentle creamy liquid Someo
but having no one to witness
This moment of life, this being that is
Me
and it’s just me
in a space where the quiet makes me wonder if I’m really here
What the point is
Never an attention whore
Yet a little reminiscent of being his
Just so someone could witness
This
This being me
Someone I trust to see
Every smile tear change blink wink
A whole or a piece
A moment 5 more minutes oops I’m going to be late
Call me later
Wonder what it means to trust how to do I trust again
But
Does it matter
Maybe trust isn’t necessary
Not for a mere witness to my being
My moment
Maybe I can excuse those more in-depth connections
and just connect
A little more something
A little less
Lonely
^ Chéri
