I often wonder what people do when they feel lonely.
I guess some of them cry till their tears dry out;
Some start drinking till they pass out - wake up perfectly normal - ready to get drunk again;
Then there are those who smoke - till everything in that small world of theirs - gets blown away in a puff.
A few - start making calls - to long lost, not so near and neither very dear ones.
Now, what do I do? Hmm !!!
Oh, I don't cry, cause it's so lame - and after all boys don't cry.
I don't smoke nor do I drink - I know for sure there are much better ways to slow poison oneself.
I don't start calling people and disturbing their perfect lives with my sorry shitty story.
I start writing. Not sure what, but something.
Something that keeps me engaged for a little while; makes me feel not so lonely anymore.
Something that keeps me away from crying and smoking and drinking and making random calls.
Cause when I am done writing, whatever it is that I write, I feel relieved.
It's the same kind of high that some feel after crying; some after making calls; others after smoking or drinking.
It's what keeps me from going ........