My life in words, how do I explain all the feelings that show up so suddenly. One moment I'm happy, the next all I see is a bleak short future where I'm alone. It feels as if I'm meant to be alone, in all honesty it hurts .. I don't know what hurts, maybe it's just a word. Maybe this life is just a life, nothing more. I can go from feeling the euphoria of optimism for the future.. Then I close my eyes; when I open them I see nothing more than an early demise.
Who can I talk to besides myself? Maybe that's the question, but what little pride I have left doesn't allow me to connect to another being. I'm just a spark, like all else will one day return to the dust from once I came. Lay with me beneath the stars and don't say a word.. For that's all I want. Me, myself and I.. In longing for the sky. Just a dream, it's all just a dream.