I wish I felt more for you
or for those who surround me
Yet everyday attention and concern
come rarely in this current state
The one I dare not let go of
for extended expansion of what I need
Sanity is that which I hold dearly to
and yet the notion of such makes me insane
What a beautiful cycle of unmoving hate and love
I die to bleed
I live for lively comfort
and chase that which is not there
leaving me **here