You’re the very personification of quintessential naivety. Right?
We see a girl who was led astray, abused, broken and put back together so hastily that it left many cracks, scars, if you will.
The slippery substance that makes up our souls seeping out of the cracks faster than sand through fingers in a hot summer breeze.
Leaving behind blind nothings and empty beliefs. Isn’t that what we call loneliness?
That burning of ribs that cage decaying feces? The black hole that sucks the life out of our pupils, reflecting in them like a warning sign: DON’T COME NEAR ME.
So this is what I mean. I think, know and believe. I say you were naive, Lolita. You were scared, broken, naïve. And lonely.
We’re like two planets orbiting around each other. Breathing the same non-air, looking into each other’s eyes, we never meet.
You’re not alone in your loneliness. Such is our poignant serendipity.
So let’s be lonely together, shall we?
Love and virtual company,