Lonliness is a House- I Think.

*Wild Card Post – If you can call it that*

BTW, this first part is all rambling, there’s actual writing father down, if you care to read it.

Okay, so basically my brain doesn’t function anymore because my very last brain cell has retired and found it’s way onto the polar express so it can live out the rest of it’s life happily in the north pole, and it’s only 10:30 but I’m fricken tired and I want to go lie in my bed and stare at the ceiling until my eyelids decide it’s easier to close than to remain open like they do every night.

And if you read and completely understood that run on sentence, then I am genuinly proud of you.

Now my cell-less brain is hurting from listening to myself. Cries.

Anyway, I don’t feel like I’m capable of writing at the current moment, so I’m just posting something I wrote last year.

This is an official unedited junior year scribble. So don’t judge lol

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Lonliness isn’t a feeling.

It’s a place, a house- my house.

The walls are built like barricades to keep people out.

Lonliness is a house that stands empty.

And island deviod of life, and a cell keeping me trapped.

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I want to break down the prison and escape my jailor,

But I can’t.

Because lonliness is a home, a shelter,

And a place I couldn’t live without.

A place that destroyes me, but also keeps me grounded.

Keeps me warm, keeps me safe.

Lonliness is my comfort, my childhood blanket,

My whispered lullabye, yet my depression.

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I don’t want it, but I need it.

I don’t like it, but I have it.

My life is wrapped up in it’s embrace,

squirming to get out, but not trying too hard either.

Lonliness is my house, the walls I’m confined to,

And the shelter I seek refuge in.

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-The Splintered Pencil