All around people are laughing, smiling, gazing at each other fondly
They point to buildings of historic value
stare in awe of sites of grandeur
and yet here I stand
Bored and alone
no one to whisper my thoughts to
no one to share these experiences
I visit these places
as I'm told they are special.
It is what you do, as a tourist.
I eat the food that is traditional
Shop in the stores and the markets
I wander the streets, soaking up the culture
and spend hours seeking peace in the parks
and yet....
nothing touches me.
This numbness
It is a veil between me and the world.
The roses aren't as red
The sky is not as blue
But I know
I am meant to find it all so beautiful
so I exclaim
¡Que bonita!
But inside, I wonder
will I ever find myself again?
Existing as a half of a whole
is tiring.
When you've been high on love for so long
how do you get your fix when it's gone?
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