Emotions Flowing Like Ink

That tingling sensation, The uncanny intuition, Those unbelievable thoughts forthcoming, Creeping me up with goose-bumps, Started to doubt my own beliefs. It kills me from within, Makes me feel vacant. After endless transitions, I thought at last; This is home for few years. I could have genuine friends, Not just virtual connections. A neighborhood that I would remember. But how foolish, Hiding the truth behind elation. I was just too adrift, Unaware of the phony faces, And innocent to pretense. I don’t know where I belong. The lonely nights a habit, What bothered me was the light. At what point do I stop, Do I say “It’s too much”. When do I get a breather? I used to be my own armor, But not now, I left myself open, vulnerable, Making a mistake. The warmer nature was what I expected, But all I got was the heartless, cold wind. In a room full of my things, The horror of emptiness consumed me. Now the past haunts me again,