I use to thrive in the crowds
quite literally dive into the sounds
of stories and cultures mixing
and mingling phones ringing.
Now im only lost in the noise
and growing hatred towards boys
i mean the gossip becomes real
and the truth twisted and surreal.
Busy cafe's use to soothe my soul
deeply undoing the knots my
solitude brings....
I feel more than lost...
Cast aside..
Forgotten....
I'm giving up on the social butterfly
act i assumed and the state of the
caterpillar in its cocoon will be
resumed.
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Author:
Mayo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 15th, 2016 00:36
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
I let life deal with itself and just have a good laugh. Great write
"Busy cafe's ":TYPO?
A Converting Extrovert 😏
or
An Outgoing Introvert?!😏
Keep Writing...
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