WHAT the heck is going on with you, not able to make use of yourself of others, just totally hollow, you are off your rocker, not even knowing what to do with YOURSELF, that's foolish!
So? What do you want to do now? To get angry with yourself, to swallow down, to kick into the air, the usual stuff?
Somehow despicable, don't you think? Ridiculous, by no means at all as you want to be, right?
You know what? Its up to YOU!
Exactly.... a bit slow on the uptake?

Voiceless rain, observer of the crazy world out there, circles and circles, rises and sinks but without disappering. This is life, maybe, always going on, not knowing in which place, but some place exists.

Don't shout at me I can't shout back
Futile undertaking in the absence of own language
My language is hush, my shouting at most whispering
Without air

Wherefore
Am I here
What
Should I feel
I'm like driftwood
Amongst wuthering foaming waves
Upon which
Time is floating past myself
While I
Try
To catch it and to
Retain
But
It slips out of my hands
How
Will it continue
Where
Will it end
Why
Am I so blank
I want to refill with
Dreams, colours, ideas
You
Are so far away and
Still
Deep inside my soul
Tied
Just let me alone
Hold
Me