Disconsolateness

And for some reason, I still couldn’t shake off this feeling. This time, it feels like it’s rooted in. It feels, different. Like it’s making its own nest. Lying down it’s lair and just, making the hole as it sanctuary. Filling it up w everything that it needs to make it cozy and homey for it to stay. For a long time. Loneliness really is something I just have to carry around with me everywhere huh. But I have to be careful enough not to let it shown out in the world so no one would know.  Ever since I was a child up till my old days, things really haven’t change that much. I really thought it would. I really did.