Noise of loneliness
I wrote this based on a Turkish poem, the ideas or fiction parts are not mine, the form is mine.
As I speak more, humming grows inside me, said Lady.
As it grows, you speak more, said Man.
The more I interact with people, the more I feel lonely, said Lady.
The more you become lonely, the more you interact, said Man.
As I live, my suffering grows, said Lady.
As your suffering grows, you suppose that you live, said Man.
The closer I come to you, the distance between us grows, said Lady.
As the distance between us grows, you come to closer, said Man.