Sitting in the dark…

There’s gotta be another way. One that transforms smiles upon the face. Self can chuckle and giggle all the while being alone. Yet there’s  a stagnant void as if life has halted in the home. As the head lifts and the body sits upright in bed. Quietly drifting without a word being said. Re-examining how days are going by without a thrill. With emotions held in that refuse to spill. Spoiling within the mind a thought asked has awakened. Wtf has happened? Lonely nights and solo meals linger in the name of living safe. Fighting the urge of luv that somehow turns to hate. As sighs heard in the depths of darkness no longer believe the heart is done. How can a use of another redefine trust? Only if there was a choice in disbelief. Giving more reason to remain single is how desires were debriefed. There’s way too many moments without any other around. To hear the silence and a solo breath scream out loud. As soft as the exhale a change is needed. One hasta try at some point to feel passions that have been depleted. But oh the fear that follows the eyes closing once again. It’s not a weakness when fingertips wanna touch the palms of another’s hands. Even though the anxiety of doing so surges through the veins. Pulsating with heartbeats that cripple lips so they cannot speak of the gain. When looking In mirrors at the reflect of self a friend is simply absent. Becoming whole creates a missing link for worth to vent. And then the voice in the head shakes nerves trying to remain calm. The vibration itself defeats the wall built ever so tall. There’s a better way to live that enjoys the tickling humor in the ribs. There’s more beneath the surface that wants to give. But behind closed doors no one will ever know. As it’s the walls that hears the turmoil of moans…