Monday, 5 September 2011

Nala, The solitary reaper

a strange combination of character, a scattered mind, yet a straight soul
she knows she doesn't belong here
she knows there is no home for her
she is a stranger, was and will always be a stranger
always the odd one out
the geek among the empty heads
the empty headed among the geeks
the conservative among the liberals
and the liberal among the conservatives

there is no home for her, no place where she belongs
no one to relate to
no one to trust or love
no one is close enough
no one is important enough
and not a single person knows her
not a single person can see
but maybe, just maybe she opens at the close

but so far, in her eternal search for home, she only finds comfort in her solitude.

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