The lonelyness is trembiling and swallows me whole, as if I am tiny krill and a whale gulps me down.
As the whale takes me in, he is still starving. I didn't even make a dent in his stomach. To him I am one of the thousands he will eat. Just another small creature. Hardly anything. Nothing. To him I may be just another piece of krill, Im just another person. Another person that had all the potential in the world. Like a flower seed. Just still in the dirt, but like any flower needs water to grow, I need something or someone to water me so I can grow to the beautiful flower I can be. I need the hole to be filled and the lonelyness to escape my body.