Letter S
- Rita Coelho
- 9 de nov. de 2024
- 1 min de leitura
When I think of me, I think of me alone.
I always assume I’m lonely
and feel a constant fear.
Solitude haunts me,
it follows me everywhere,
it greets me constantly.
I feel the terror of us being distantly close,
together in space,
lonesomely apart.
Comments