The Eyes Of A Spectator

As I sit here staring at my pizza, I listen to the words Radiohead, one of my favorite bands and think to myself, "I like freestyle writing, so why not try it while making a post on Blogger?"

A new song pops up and I immediately think of my old friends in Turkey. I'm then again reminded of the words of the song, which are so incoherent. These words to me give me a sense of loneliness because I simple do not have what I deserve. Or at least I feel that way.

A new song comes and I feel rain pouring down on my shoulders. I love so many things about the rain, and one of my goals in life is to find someone who would gladly walk with me side by side, holding hands with me in the rain. And when the time comes, we hug, and talk to each other about anything we want to.

A part of me feels that it is a myth, but the other part knows that it will happen one day. If only I could know that this would happen, I would have more warmth in my heart.

I'm growing colder as the days go by, along with the weather that is creeping in through my windows. My heart is growing into a block of ice, and my emotions are weakening.

I feel that I really must find something to occupy myself with. I feel that I cannot find anything to be happy with, and that when I do, it might just be too late.

There is nothing more better in the world than that feeling of knowing that someone you love, loves you back. Even knowing that someone exists who acknowledges you, and is willing to protect you under any circumstances, that is something we all need. That is something everyone deserves.

There will be an answer, let it be.