When you spend your nights alone at the bar
at the ripe age of 32
your eyes start to develop a deep glassy loneliness
Washed out; Faded
These grey eyes have an endless longing
Unfulfilled nothingness resting behind a curious gaze that is envious of everything and everyone that is content
Rage is replaced with regret.
Inspiration replaced with hollow grandeurs.
Love replaced with desperate sentimentality.