When I was sitting down,
in a new place,
doing things that I have always done.
A new realization of a feeling came to me.

I was alone.
the emptiness of my house enveloped me.
I looked out the window,
the emptiness of the world smothered me.

I smiled alone,
hoping that she would realize the farce and pull me out,
of,
a darkness where she is the only light.

I pull out my pencils,
paint,
drawing,
imagining,
happy worlds of other people.
When,
would my own appear before me?

My only desire,
selfish as it may.


ken,
waits for the mercy of love.

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