Being next to someone, you can’t talk. Lying on the couch, looking at the ceiling and hearing the clock’s tic-toc. Everyone’s quiet, everyone’s gone and the only ones remaining are you and your thoughts. Trying to think about the years that had passed, the thing that you’ve had but nothing’s enough, you’re getting tired of your routine.
You start writing a letter asking them to hang out with you.
You erase what you’ve written because all you want is their company.
You get completely exasperated and run away from that place because they’re being like a swarm, chasing after you. This relationship just wouldn’t work, it’s better for you not to talk to them anymore.
You want your loneliness to be with you again because if she isn’t, then you’re completely alone.
So please, desolation,
We’re trying to make a truce. The world is ruled by you, oppressed by your evil laughter. We want to avoid your temptations but we run into your arms once more. Being next to you everyday, in the bus, in the street, trying not to talk with you. Set mercy on us, forget humanity just for a second, leave us in peace, we are already used to loneliness. After all, it’s a world where we are stalked, scared and overwhelmed. We are living an endless anguish because of you…
Hi there! I’ve been so busy I haven’t got time to write here. This is kind of a letter I wrote to one of the most devastating feeling in life. Make sure to keep track of my whole collection of short stories: Paper Mâché (especially if you’re new here), I’ll be updating frequently and you can find all the stories I have uploaded here from the earliest to the latest. Today’s my birthday! So I tried to make something special to celebrate but I couldn’t so I just came up with this entry. Hope you like it.