I hunger for the comprehension
As to why I find myself alone
Again and again.
My benevolent ties
Eventually become disconnected,
& maybe it's because my intensified design
Craves charismatic moments,
Moments that are too authentic
For those whom I have had the opportunity to encounter.
I hunger for a word
That expresses what it means
To be sad and beautiful at the same time.
For when that word becomes existent,
Our disconnected souls
Will thrive off of its essence.