social interactions that leave me feeling empty.
Watch for the funneled pinpoint of an eyeball,
once spotted the illusion is gone.
So, I find company in strangers, for I don't know
as much about them, so I am still fooled.
Treat them as friends and maybe they are.
I am bored of men, of children, of wine.
But not of art and accidents and material goods.
But not of art and accidents and material goods.
I fill the void with everything but what I wish
I was strong enough to fill it with.
Feeling small. Feeling a surge of platonic emotion.
Counting the rhythm of the shuffle of my heels on concrete.
Tomorrow, I revisit the idea of bored and alone.
At least until 10 PM.
I was strong enough to fill it with.
Feeling small. Feeling a surge of platonic emotion.
Counting the rhythm of the shuffle of my heels on concrete.
Tomorrow, I revisit the idea of bored and alone.
At least until 10 PM.
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