Thoughts

 There used to be a cacophony  Of things that never found any words Ironical, ain't it?  It's a harangue of unheard things! But how it has no words, When a pair of ears lend to you. A daunting task of all To tell someone why you are  well you! As if you are this thing  They can fix! Now who would tell them That we ain't any sadist, Or any lovers of melancholies We just stopped getting disappointed.

  In the middle of a party When everybody's laughing  I don't,  I usually don't find anything that funny or interesting  And mind me Nobody's expecting me to laugh  But there's something inside me That pulls my core towards it That's when I know that familiar feeling  And I shift my attention to those talks Just to be more engaged  and denounce the feeling And what better way  than an eye contact  But with each words  coming out of his mouth  I turn deaf to him And just look at those eyes Long enough for me to realise  That it's a stare  It is uncomfortable in my mind And I bring to myself  Just to take my eyes off  But in that moment  Right after my quick response  I realised he needed me the most However I stare away  His eyes still on me But he stops talking  Everybody in that room suddenly disappears With only this ringing in my ears feeling a hollowness in my chest Pulled back by the soun...