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Contradictory.This giant dining hall is shrinking And I'm feeling fiercely faint. It's full of people, yet I'm quite alone.Contradictory.
Words fall on deaf ears, Bright eyes see nothing, Lips move with no sound.
I simply give a complex excuse And exit that full void, To quickly meander these
Loudly silent halls.
I walk purposefully for no reason, Presently appearing outside. A flower garden- Full of withered blooms.
Upon a spiritful stone bench Sits a familiar stranger.
A quiet exclamation to himself For my benefit: "You're a l
by ~KynaBaka
disConnectedIt's raining.disConnected
I push open the screen door and step out to the porch. My arms immediately wrap around the flimsy t-shirt I've got on, and my bare feet ice over on the cold concrete. I walk to the edge of the stoop and stop, not in the rain, merely the mist of it. Silently I stand, soaking up everything around me, observing. The only light is the dying streetlamp a few houses away, the only sound is that of the steady rainfall.
It's strange, being here, doing this, all without you. It's a scary feeling. Like I'm seeing everything and nothing all at once. Synesthesia and
by ~KynaBaka
Breathe.2:06 AM.Breathe.
The bright numerals of my alarm clock mock me. 'Ha ha,' they seem to tease. 'You've lain here for three and a half hours and you're still awake.' Ugh. I start work at seven, serving coffee to heavy-lidded commuters stalling for as long as possible, soccer moms getting a jump start to their day, and college kids on the home stretch of their all-nighters. At this rate, I'm going to need a venti Americano with five extra shots.
I heave out a sigh and roll from my side to my back. I stare out at my spacious room, the motley walls that cleverly serve dual purposes- the first, to satisfy my need for "teenage
by ~KynaBaka
astronomicalYou stand next to me, silent. I have something to tell you.astronomical
You walk past me, silent.
I'm angry at you.
You open the closet door, silent.
Don't shut me out, I have to talk to you.
You reach for the vacuum, silent.
Don't do this to me.
You switch on the vacuum, silent.
Stop it. You won't hear me.
You vacuum up dust and dirt, silent.
WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?
You switch off the vacuum, silent.
You still don't hear me.
Silence.
by ~KynaBaka
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