The Aliies of My Sorrow

The lonely letters that my tired thumbs are typing on my cellphone know how my heart breaks, bits by bits. The silent ceiling, the white bulb seem like telling the carved cabinet to show their sympathy, while the walls,windows, and electric fan whisper the green curtain to sway a little for me. My blanket and pillow are showing their support too, they want me to feel their softness as my comfort. They are the allies of my sorrow, no senses, but they can feel, they can clearly see what I've been through.