Three cherries, sevens, or aces.
Symbols spin like all the faces.
I feel hands on my shoulders, lady luck.
It’s over again, what the fuck.
Thirty-three scaring me,
youth moving on like the sea.
I don’t think you’re coming,
or maybe you were never on the way,
am I really that unlucky or was I never picked to play?
–S.
Several years ago.
Loneliness comes from not knowing your own heartbeat.
You should sit with yourself and your own thoughts.
How can you be lonely when there are so many adventures to be had in your mind?
Some of the greatest moments that I had this year were by myself. Eating out by myself for the first time. Going to the movies by myself and not caring who was wondering when my date or friends might show up or if I really had the balls to come alone.
Working out by myself.
I fell back in love with myself this year – and it’s the greatest relationship that I’ve ever had. Finding comfort in my own skin.
When’s the last time it was just you and you had the best conversation you’ve had in a long time?
–S.
Sometimes,
I wonder,
Can a person die from loneliness?
My ceiling fan stares back at me.
I am no closer to the answer than the last time I wondered.
–S.
She howls at the moon,
anyone or anything listening.
She howls at the night,
the loneliness is crippling.
She howls at the stars,
as acceptance is sinking in.
–S.
Yearning for someone to hold me,
feeling underwater,
drowning in the lonely.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 