Like the moment in the quickness of an incoming monsoon or typhoon
Like the onset of the night trailing dusk
Like the beaches being pulled away into the depths of the sea
The feeling of loneliness is as deep as the love we give.
Sleeveless tattooed arms of hearts
A love expressed but never truly accepted.
Stone walls built by giants, giants that roam my soul and heart.
Their footsteps echo throughout my cavernous body like a hollow cave dwelling long since abandoned.
Like a high pitched frequency ringing in the top left back quadrant of your skull
Like the aching twinging pain deep down in your naval
Like the hole in your heart thinking its the bottomless pit
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