Blog Confessions - by Tisha

It's only a lonely fantasy.

Tired and all alone,
I desire to reach out
and touch you and being touched.

In the early morning hours,
while contemplating the emptiness
around me and the silence of the night,
the complete absence of warmth and sound...

I feel an intense pain on my heart
suffocating me.
If I don't wake up to see the sunrise,
will anyone care?
Will anyone feel my absence?

Will I ever be part of the fondest memories
of someone special?
Or just a forgotten name,

a brief glimpse of existence,
that burned out like a shooting star

in a brief second

and disappeared in the twilight?