life isn't fair
I know this well
but all I want is to get what I give
to receive the compassion I give to those who also live
but that isn't what happens
and it is what it is
when I feel alone
I want someone to give at least a tiny bit
a small gift of love or concern
the view of an open heart
is it too much to ask for this?
it must be since it doesn't happen
so it will continue to be
it is what it is
I write because light paper can carry things
Things that are too heavy
What am supposed to do when I don’t have my journal
Am I meant to feel things?
sipping my ice chai
listening to music with earbuds
with the fire from a candle spreading a beautiful aroma, lavender with a hint of honey
writing in a notebook
"How much sleep did you get last night?" I look up from my slumped-over position to see my friend looking down at me with her plate of food. "Uh..." I say, rubbing my eyes. I think back to everything I did last night.
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