Sometimes when I'm lonely my mind gets blank; to the extent that I absolutely have nothing to think about no matter how hard I try. Nothing comes up even when I cast my mind over family, friends, and the future. But thoughts of regrets and reminders of things I should've done rush up in my head as soon as I dare to think about the past. Sometimes when I'm lonely my mind gets blank; to the extent that I'm even unable to follow the theme of any story book that I pick up to read or understand any message on my phone. No matter how hard I try. I totally lose focus as the alphabets dance right before my nose to the song that is playing in my earphones. And after I wake from a nap, one that I've tried hard to get, I become lonely again and my mind gets blank; to the extend that I gladly don't care about anything. I'd lie down anywhere in the room without conscience and let my soul wander for compassion in space and infinity.
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