Me being bored =)

A lonely heart is breaking, no, broken still. A lonely voice is singing, a beautiful song of sadness; words meant for no one, no one cares to listen. Lonely feet are walking, walking who knows where? They don’t care. Lonely hands are working, to disguise the pain. A lonely face is smiling but the tears flow on inside. Every song that is sung, every note that is played, reminds the lonely heart of just how lonely it is, just how weak. Attempts to forget, tries to go on, forever turning its back on the despair, but it’s all in vain. Even though loneliness hurts, it’s better to be lonely and to miss than to have nothing to miss and no loneliness to feel. The poignant song must go on……..

The rain falls, the sky is gray, a melodious sort of gray, like melancholy music. Beautiful in its misery, perfect in its depression, whole in its brokenness………