That feeling of shattering into multiple pieces yet romancing the tender calmness of self love. It’s a vivid theory of compassion and sadness mixed together; blessed forecasts of joy with thundering teardrops, yes that’s a rather ‘weird’ perspective about loneliness. The unfinished conversations, the left out bets and deals, the terror of not having a shoulder to weep on rather the haunting of the mighty thought of going solo, it all comes down to this. No matter how many times a person is told to be independent and self loving , sometimes we all need another soul to pamper with our sagas. We all need companions, we all need people but sometimes I myself fail to understand why, people don’t last long nor do they stay, all these years of my life have taught me a life essential, ‘people are transient’; yet I am a crazy young heart wanting to hold on, wanting to share my mighty life with another soul.
Dependency is not just about helping hands, its about hoping for someone to share your chocolate with and being sure you won’t be judged for your silliness. Oh! Dear me, what am I asking for this very day, the very day I lost out on all the people I had around me. The feeling is raw like a bamboo pricking my skin and forcing it to bleed out, like a warrior begging for a drop of water on the enemy line, like a craving of undying want of companionship rather friendship. The need to be liked and loved by all, the thirst to speak to all the beings around you and be appreciated for what you really are. It’s a dream these days my love, it’s a midnight summer dream in an air conditioned room, which never comes true.
This is nothing but a mere melancholy of a lonely soul.