The Mourning And the Deafening Silence
I used to crave the quiet.
I would dream and wish for a moment all to myself in peaceful tranquility. No noise. No people.
Now the quiet is my torment.
Would you really see me?
I wish you were here. I wish I could feel your arms around me when I’m desperate for a hug. I think about that hug on the hardest days. The days I come home and I have no one to share with, no one to comfort me, no one to help. No one.