What hurts the most
is believing you can't write
So you let the demon, like the final wave
crash upon you and win the fight.

You love passion but you've forgotten its meaning,
searching for the bold letters in the dictionary like puzzle pieces.
You love something that doesn't follow the final print
So you let the ink tear away your paper mâché.

Stop feeling like one word can't mean another.

Love can mean cherished can mean adored can mean perceived.

We are lost in our meanings.

Every **** one of us.

Whether you like it or not, we are all lost.

Don't you realize it?

Wake up!

We are lost dolls scurrying in an open field trying to find the reality different from the one uniting us right now.

Look around. We are right there. You are here too. Beside us. That's you.

If you're alone, then the definition must mean we all are too. Alone together.

Unitedly lonely.