I can feel myself dying, gradually, declining in my competence

I'm scared, to die alone, to live alone...
Withering amongst the white noise, surrounded by the stories of the wandering.

I've noticed all the souls I've felt myself calling for...are all calling on to someone else; some even caught and carried through.

I'm scared.


Is there something wrong with me?
Am I just too different of a fish in this polluted sea?
Covered in debris, I'm sorry...

I can't tell anymore.
I thought I was ok; counting my working limbs, every working sense...

I have a lot to give. Love, care, loyalty, authenticity...

I'm healthy, alive, with a passion or two...


I am enough...right


right


idk anymore

but here i am...i guess