It is never going to work.

  What the fuck am I thinking?

  I’m seeking love in a barren desert,

  a broken alley, an empty sea.

  A lone seashell that has gone adrift too far,

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  thirsting for undrinkable water.

  Why. Why. Why am I still alive?

  Answer me. You never answer me.

  It’s always symbols, and clues,

  and cryptic codes.

  I wish I knew. I wish I knew.

  Why drag it all out?

  Time passes.

  Life wasted.

  Dreams rotting.

  With every second, it’s already in the past.

  I don’t understand.

  None of it is real. None of it matters.

  I’m just a non-existent sub-particle

  trapped in darkness and silence.

  It hurts. This loneliness. This void.

  Why am I still there?

  Why won’t it go away?

  I

  Am

  Here.