Often, in life, you spend your lazy Sunday afternoons staring at the ceiling and missing… Someone. Something. Everything.
These are the times when you can’t help but fall down an abyss of old and dusted picture albums. The pages turn so fast that this show seems like an unending retro movie titled, “All the times you failed to live a smile”.
Scenes are hazy, you can’t remember those faces anymore, and the dialogues sound like a violin instrumental being played on a grotesque gramophone.
What’s not strange though, is the fact that you get to waltz down an alley of broken photo frames every time the violin begins to play.
And, why is that not strange?
Because that’s your home.
Because, out of every and any name given to a home, ‘strange’ has never been one.
That alley, oh dear… that’s your home. You moved out of your dreamy castle a few years ago.
There, the linens used to rub against your skin; they used to peel it off like a coarse sandpaper, and you have never liked to keep your bones naked.
There, you felt alone.
As alone as a smiling corpse lying in its coffin, deep under the Earth, waiting for death gods to take it away.
You felt alone, and anxious… without the gloom.
So, you ran down the stairs and moved into this alley.
Here, the ceilings weep,
and you wander around in a drenched silk gown;
But, you are at peace,
and never alone.
But… Is that the way to be?

13 Comments on “i have felt alone.

    • First of all, I genuinely appreciate how sensitively you have conveyed your point of view here. I have had people not understanding my posts before this and how they went beyond their way to post the harshest comment possible.
      Thank you so much for stopping by and reading my post. Thank you so much for the encouragement. Highly appreciate it. 🙂

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      • 👍Not a problem as we all write and express our thoughts in different ways. Have a great day.

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  1. Greatly penned, dear friend 🙂
    I like the metaphors you are using leaving traces of living pictures 🙂
    Have a great time, even in those difficult times.
    Be safe and healthy
    Didi

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  2. “…smiling corpse lying in its coffin,”
    Is it smiling because finally free from the ordeals of living or perhaps in death all our questions are finally answered and one is liberated from the not knowing?

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    • From my perspective, I wrote this line to communicate the former. Death is being signified as a liberation from the living world.
      Though, the latter is so thought provoking as well. In fact, I am so amazed at how beautifully you gave a new meaning to the line. Kudos. ❤️

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  3. I love your simplicity, it has a resonance…I give you my ♥️,wisdom,knowledge,knowing & infinite love, knowing you give your ♥️, your wisdom, knowledge ,knowing & infinate live to the world….God Bless GG

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