The sun set quietly over a world too busy to notice.
Without a glance to the celestial body disappearing from our collective worlds,
The billion of pseudo-suns light up our individual planets.
But I notice.
Not the setting sun,
But the stark realization of my own indifference.
I notice.
Notice the emptiness I feel.
There is no exclusion.
And this is a drug to me.
I inhale emptiness.
Bitter hollowness.
The pit in my chest.
I crave it.
When it is gone I long for it.