House full of people yet the feeling of loneliness.
Affection also can have segregation.
How can it be possible,
for someone to be both –
Aloof to the extreme yet be the polar opposite for some at the same time.
Any number of reasons to not be happy with someone,
and the buck never stops when counting the ways and times you care for and show that for someone.
How can someone be not able to love everyone equal?
Does in the end,
My precious – and similar to what’s precious, for me, are these two different things?
An illusion perhaps?