That feeling is back again.
That feeling of loneliness.
That feeling I've never learned to fix.
That feeling I'd totally like to be over with.
Maybe if I weren't sober,
This life long battle of an over loving loner,
May not be so hard to fight.
This kind of battle that is fought from inside.
Where the opposing sides,
Exist only in my mind.
Where my truest and deepest desires.
Seem impossible to find.
The destruction begins,
The moment loneliness transforms,
From an innocent feeling,
To a sickness.
The cure is unknown,
And all that is left to do is hope.
Hope that there is someone out there,
Who will find a muse,
In the beautiful things,
that make you, YOU.