Have you ever woken up one morning With an overwhelmingly existential anxiety Surrounding the inevitability Of loneliness and dissatisfaction With love as society has made it out to be And the reality of the meaning of the word?
Nearly every single one of us humans, If not all, Dub ourselves "alone" While simultaneously and obliviously relating To each and every man or woman Who has and will ever exhale Into the earth's atmosphere Unaware of each other's potential and ability To connect with one another.
Our breaths conjugate As they are ejected from our mouths, As our feelings should, Yet it is not as simple It is not as simple as an involuntary respiration Though it should be It should be!
Why should I, Another breather on this planet, Feel as though my emotions Are much too obscure and unfathomable For a breather much like myself to comprehend? Meanwhile in the other room A man is breathing in the same air I am And he is feeling the same way I am -"alone"