I sleep


But I rarely dream.


I have a low-to-nonexistent appetite.


I make jokes 


With family or friends to take my mind off being alone.


I smile


Every smile conceals a lone woman struggling to maintain a genuine grin.


I cry


Not due to my weakness. However, I'm making an effort to dry my tears with my heart.



I grin.


Genuine, although not always.


I jeer


I am unable to start a conversation, despite my desperate need for one.



I read


I like to picture and immerse myself in a narrative or book. I am distracted from reality by it. I read to make up my own world.


I chat


As you travel, you will meet both old and new people and learn values.


I converse.


To stay current with my digital life and to change with it.


I sulk


When I miss someone who is either not present or has left.


I live


I will keep my broken pieces close and work to put them back together.


I get weary.


Primarily because I repeat every step. Without flavor, everything becomes somewhat monotonous.


I used to chat to myself when I wasn't angry. But it was satisfying to hear both my positive and negative thoughts come to a conclusion.



© Yoka writes