Loneliness.
It\'s dark, and constant free falling.
It\'s the sound of familiar, yet foreign, voices, and the echo of your own footsteps as you chase yourself.
It\'s making eye contact with yourself in the mirror, and seeing a stranger.
It\'s knowing you\'re loved, yet not getting to feel it.
It\'s wanting to feel.
To welcome excessive pain, anger, happiness, excitement, fear and sadness; knowing the feeling will last just long enough to leave you craving more.
It\'s living in.
To feel anything constantly.
Loneliness.
It\'s dark, and constant free falling.
It\'s the sound of familiar, yet foreign, voices, and the echo of your own footsteps as you chase yourself.
It\'s making eye contact with yourself in the mirror, and seeing a stranger.
It\'s knowing you\'re loved, yet not getting to feel it.
It\'s wanting to feel
