LONELINESS

In the loneliness,

I found paradise,

and 3 am in the darkness-

I watched myself crawling,

seeking for help and I was crying,

while listening to my own random thoughts screaming.

I wonder if I have a place to go,

"Where should I go?"- asked myself.

In the loneliness,

I found myself the holiest,

and 3 am in the morning-

I saw myself thinking,

crying;

disappointed over this tiny little thing,

and struggled to stand straight because I keep on falling.

I never win a war,

"Maybe this is just a dream!" I told myself.

In the loneliness,

I found myself back,

the sound of the rain,

feeling cold in the afternoon train,

cupcakes and a cup of tea,

a book and a piece of me,

pictures and random sheets about my childhood memories,

they are all gone,

burned,

and lost,

altogether,

in the loneliness.