A wise man once said, "happiness shared is happiness doubled, burden shared is burden halved". I wish.
Home is where harmony reverberates. Home is where laughter rings. Home, is where I can seek solace from.
I am but now sitting inside a shell, made of bricks and glass, and no more. I'm surrounded by familiar faces, yet forming no connection at all. Where are the jokes that used to fill this place? Where is the warmth so native of a place called 'home'?
Is this
home now I wonder.
No. I'm with people who walk, think, and do things their own way, without any form of inter-communication. It's like a little community comprised of individuals. Like that, only. It's like an empty shell, where silence is deafening. There are people around, but you don't feel their warmth.
This is ice age I'm living in. I'm confined in this igloo. Great. Nobody is willing to the the icebreaker and break that piece of tonne-weighted ice block that separates everybody. Ah, ice age, people.
Come on, what's the karma now? What's such a big deal?
Perhaps I'm having too high an expectation. Somehow at the back of my mind I hope to see some familiar name on my phone display - a sign that he's concerned, or whatever that might be. But no. None at all. Is it so difficult to have thought of me, before I make my presence, well, known to you? Why must it look like I'm some attention grabbing bimbo with little or no self worth at all?
What is happening to me, what is going on around me!
What's this, people who call themselves my family, my boyfriend, blablabla.
