Do you know how it feels to feel alone?
I mean, really feel alone, not just to call someone and they won't pick up the phone.
Not just to be at home and hear a pin drop.
I meant to actually feel the chills crawl down your spine and hear the thoughts in your mind vividly raging like a sea of creatures or the rumbling in the bleachers at a football game.
Do you know what to do when you can't tame them?
You think you can't contain them, but hear me out when I say that you can change them because I do everyday as I remove a pair of socks or a shirt; wondering, which jeans would look better with this blazer?
Blue eyes and brown eyes are stuck to the phones as we Google to resolve our next curiosity.
We shoot a message to the next room where our brothers sit, and we call it a progression.
I call it a depression and it's depressing to know that someone is alone and they feel depressed.
It's depressing to see how the world is turning out, after all we had a beautiful start.
So where do I start?
We live the city life- lights, camera, action; apartments don't cut it, we all want a mansion.
We lock the lonely out, they aren't welcome here.
They're all outsiders and we don't want them here.
We call ourselves the in-group, get them out of here.
But who's really outside?
I thought the universe was for all of us to share.