loneliness creeps in the most inopportune time --
and we'd do anything to hide or run away from it
some would take sobriety for granted
some would keep "busy"
some would stay social -- always chasing what’s happy
but as we try, we lose our why
many things no longer mean anything
like poetry, sad songs and rainy days
unrequited love and other form of heartbreaks
and after a while, everything feels nothing
what if…
when we feel lonely -- feel lonely
when we feel disconnected -- fully disconnect
it’s probably not easy
consider our loneliest the time to
find meaning,
make sense of even the small things,
and on what really matters, continue reflecting
alternate title: the lonely prose masked as poetry