Man is the only being who knows he is alone
Enclosed in echoes
Blankets and old clothes
Coagulate to make my den feel more home
I am full
I am present
Buffering my way to the message
I no longer crave the mess
Because I am a tool that tales
drip through,
It doesn't matter what distress
I have hammered in myself
Suffering aint a selfish thing
It's stuffed into every scream
Every memory, every piece we squish together
To show others we are whole
We should know we're not alone
We can reach 7 billion other monkeys
With soley a phone
we can also fill our void
With something of sustenance
Like poetry,music, Sci-fi, religion
This way we'll never go hungry again