I went off to think. No, to sulk, under the blazing eye of the relentless sun.
Never had I felt so alone. So distant. And so misunderstood. I began to drift deeper into the recesses of my mind when suddenly, loud and obnoxious, my inner thoughts shouted at me in a language indecipherable.
"What do you want from me?" I called back,
But only to the wind.
I could tastes the staleness of want like dry air and dust it had collected in the corners of my mouth,
It had chapped my lips.
I wanted someone to love me—I’d never been in love. I wanted to love someone. The weight of my words were dragging me deeper in thought.
With a sigh and longing, I brought back that loud indecipherable babble.
I choked back my tears, “Why are you here?”
A silence hushed even the beating of my heart, and as if by some way of alien mimicry my thoughts cried out….
"Why are YOU here?"
I could smell the foulness of despair, it was starting to leak from every bodily orifice. “What is that?”
"Loneliness," My inner thoughts screamed "Now, answer us!"
I wondered, was it going to kill me, this loneliness?
After all, I wasn’t really alone. I was with my thoughts.
"Why are you here?" they howled, a blinding epiphany, it was not some philosophical question posed—No, not even they wanted me around.