I used to look at the horizon from the rooftop every night and torture myself with music. I never had reasons to listen to sad songs, but I would turn my volume up and shut the world out until everything blurs. Isolation could be more comforting than a company, and I got addicted to it. But you were an uninvited ad when you sat beside me, looking beyond the city lights. You took my earphone from my right ear and said, "Now we can be alone together." By then I started to listen to the world with sadness in the other half of my heart.
Sad songs were comforting, and now every word seems to have been warning me all along. Every word screams your name, and it echoes even with the music muted. Sad songs felt like home to me, but you were looking for an inn. So I let you stay for as long as you needed until you figured out where you were destined to be.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
