vague thoughts muddled with desire surging me into nothing
searching for meaning in meaningless small talk desperate for connection
lost, only to be found, then discarded what a loss?
all of life's dramas acted and reenacted, before last call.
more time to drown our sorrows away into oblivion
a poem about feeling disconnected and yearning for connection. i spent most of my teenage and 20s feeling this way. Grateful now that I no longer exist this way, at least on most days.