Of All Things

Of all things dark and wicked- loneliness I dread the most.
But somehow at times, that's what I yearn the most.
Of all things sad and deplorable - being apart I dread the most
But somehow at times, that's what I want the most.
Of all things good and desired- love I search for the most
But somehow, almost always- that's what I dread the most.

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Of dreams and fantasies

Not sure if ill make it out in the open, but I still set out with all my life in a 1-by-2-foot box. The only other baggage i carry with me is a spoon full of hope and whole lot of what I think life would be like living on my own.

I can't cook have not made my own bed and for sure have not done my bit of keeping the room clean. So calling living alone a challenge is an understatement. But I still love the idea of setting up my own place, from the vase at the corner to the bed and the weird wall filled with pictures I've taken. I know ill have people walking around the place making conversations with the wind. I know at most times ill be the only one in bed. But the thought that at times ill have only the walls staring back at me for company that worries me, I guess ill make it through.

I know not everything is not gonna go my way but it would be interesting to see what happens of my dreams and fantasies.