Deprivation Of The Wrongs

Coffee combined with milk, cream, sugar and coffee bean. A bad habit of mine to dwell upon life and watch the outside world pass by through a window that's closest to me. What if I grew up drinking purely bitter coffee and I'm used to it and with milk, cream and sugar it felt complete but what if I miss those bitterness. Those bitterness that made me feel complete? Those bitterness that has always been a part of me. Suddenly those minor chords seemed distance and the major once began playing more and it felt wrong to the soul. I find myself begging for loneliness despite loving the presence of another. Though it gets hard to know if the weathers are doing the right or the wrongs because either way humans still complain over the heat or the damp weather. I find myself wanting the loneliness and it's all I knew growing up and if I had somebody I wanted to feel that loneliness but when it appears I deprive over the other.

The world around me spins and I realise that nobody are mind readers and I am alone with the haunting thoughts in my head. Those whispers will forever be mine and sometimes I wonder if it's right that people care less when they don't show it just merely speak of it sometimes.