Flipping through the pages of my diary

The world is so big. I sensed it when your fingers rushed continuously on your phone screen texting everyone. You have so many contacts yet noone to give a call when nights are lonely.  I want to call someone and not utter a word. I want to listen to the silence of his world. I want him to listen closley to the silence i am breathing in.  To have someone to share the chaos To have someone who heal all your scars To have someone to share your sorrows To have someone to laugh together  To have someone to lean at nights  To have someone when the world feels little overwhelming  To have someone when you feel lonely. The world is so big in my phone yet i have no one to call.... a song

Now that i look back, i feel, that the little me earlier had so much to say. She wore her heart on her sleeves, she wanted to tell her every story, she wanted to give life to her every feeling by putting it down in words. It's not like she failed at expressing, also its not like she didn't say everything out. She did great. She expressed herself out but noone actually heard her really.  To hear words, or to hear her, there's a difference. Myabe my words were heard but not me. Now that i am here in my room, lying in my bed at afternoon listening to the universe singing me a lullaby, i feel i am more at peace now. It's not like i don't have anything to say or tell like those days because i still have a lot to say. My mouth is always overflowing with words, and my heart is always screaming everything out loud but the only thing that has changed is that i dont want to tell my stories to anyone other than me. As i grew up, i realized to say everything out loud is a type