I can be in a room full of people with all eyes on me
yet deep down I feel alone
I can laugh and share my deepest thoughts
yet deep down I feel alone
I will go on adventures with you and share a bed
yet deep down I feel alone
I will gaze up at the stars with you and watch the sunrise
yet I feel alone
I can hold your hand and squeeze hard
yet I feel alone
I can love hard and break hearts
yet I feel alone
I can live wild and free like the night breeze
but I am alone
I can sing and dance all night long
but I am alone
I can let you wipe my tears away
but I am alone
In the end it will just be me
All alone.
About the Creator
A.R
Writing about my lonely, scary and sometimes happy world ❤
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis6 days ago in Humans
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