Alone.
I've never been very fond of the silence.
I don't think it's golden, soothing, or tranquil, or any sort of that rubbish.
I hate it. I hate silence so much. I really do.
Because it means there is nothing around you. Nothing to show you how lively and alive this world is right now.
I want to feel the breath on my neck every time my eyes wake from a nightmare. And to feel your arms around me when nothing seems to be going right. I want to be loved. I want to feel protected.
I just don't want to be alone. I guess.
I don't think it's golden, soothing, or tranquil, or any sort of that rubbish.
I hate it. I hate silence so much. I really do.
Because it means there is nothing around you. Nothing to show you how lively and alive this world is right now.
I want to feel the breath on my neck every time my eyes wake from a nightmare. And to feel your arms around me when nothing seems to be going right. I want to be loved. I want to feel protected.
I just don't want to be alone. I guess.