a cold park bench in the dead heat of July; a rarity yet i wish there was someone beside me to bring warmth back into my body it's lonelier to be lonely in the summer i feel like a china doll collecting dust as i sit waiting for something that's not coming so i walk around, take the long path by the thick dewy grass that hasn't been mowed in weeks, and listen to your voice calling me in my mind
This was a super short piece, but I hope you still enjoyed it! I honestly stopped going to the park by myself since it’s a lot nicer to walk around with friends and family… I know it’s completely acceptable to go places by yourself, but quarantine loneliness is getting to me. Please let me know if you have any feedback on this piece or writing challenges you’d like me to share. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke