A feeling that leaves a person all shivering inside, craving for someone to walk by and let loose a shower of comforting words.
You feel all gloomy inside and you resort to the extreme measures you never thought yourself to ever do
like the sky being ripped apart to reveal an insurmountable pain inside, the inevitable rain and stormy nights.
My chest being scarred again and again till you can see every cappilary and every bloody detail
being cut simultaneously, I wonder if I ever will change, or am I waiting on the world to change for me.
Lies, those are lies, I will always understand this feeling, this feeling that grants false hope to me,
why would you want to lie when you know you will not keep what you said?
Skies, oh the beauty of them, the puffy clouds forming shapes only discernable by the young and young-at-heart.
The stars that creates the glowy zen of the sky, the beauty of the glitter and the amazing sizes of them.
wherever you go, there is always a different sky, some people may beg to differ.
but who cares about the scientists that think they're always right?
There Will Always Be A Different Sky Wherever You Go To.
Take Singapore for and example compared to Rome, Italy.
Both skies differ in many aspects.
The number of visible stars, the amount of clouds, the feel of the atmosphere.
Skies are like different characteristics/feelings.
Lots of puffy clouds and glowing stars portraying the joy and freedom of the individual.
Shady/Heavy clouds and starless skies portraying the melancholy and dejection, the despondence and the want for someone to be near just to lend a shoulder, lend an ear.
Cloudless and starless skies, loneliness.
Well, I never revise what I write, on the 1st draft is where the feelings are all shown,
and this is.
I guess I understand how people feel when they get rejected, when they try to talk and don't get a positive answer,
when they try to converse yet the other side just leaves them in corner patching up their own heart.
It's like going to the dancefloor without a partner.
Going for dinner alone on the table.
Love, is what this world needs.
*rephrase*
Love, is what I need.
Attention, is what I crave.
Care, is what I adore.
Time, is what I want.
Love, is what I need.
This is my confession, the feeling I feel deep inside, is like the cloudless and starless skies, but somewhat still shady