At times I try to ignore the world. Drown it out with sound, any sound – only to distract me until I remember how alone I am. It takes it away, this that is with me or without.
Sometimes I wonder if lacking what I haven’t is that which twists my mind the way it does? Probably.
Maybe it’s the eternal instinct to feel more than this default that influences me…
Maybe its more, a function of this man inside – the need to hold and keep, protect and care.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s lacking this that makes me the man I am?
Then why do i seem worthless to the world?
I don’t know what I’m looking for…
