Category : Poems

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I find the soothing in myself, amongst my person.

They look upon me and walk through me.

They interact with each other so happily, so bright.

And I look on in mere disappointment and shame, for I could never be like them.

They hold memories of one another in their pockets, they add more as the days run along.

They think of me as needing the black box to live, where I find most of my entertainment.

They think of me as nothing but a simple human.

Everyday, I journey home and carry the heaviness of my burden for which I have only myself to blame. 

The black box tells me that it is okay, I am not alone, I am blessed by the gods for finding comfort amongst my own person.

There is no one with me as I spoke, but I feel very comforted.