I don’t hear anyone,
No children shouting and playing,
It’s so lonely out here, but it’s so peaceful…
I’m broken and sick inside,
but I feel much more beautiful than ever.
It’s not bad to disappear sometimes.
May be I like being in the middle of nowhere.
May be I enjoy forgetting what everyone looks and sounds like.
May be I don’t mind…
May be I feel good about changing myself
and May be, just May be I pretend to be happy here.
I look different, but somehow somewhere I feel the same.
Everything is still changing & everyone is still breathing,
the loneliness remains inside me forever.