Only the lonely….

I feel the void sitting next to me, I don’t know how to exist alone. I feel it all around me. The void sits staring at me from across the room, reminding me of what I don’t have, what I lost, what I may never find again. A win with out a cheering section. A joke without a laugh. I triumph without acknowledgment. A fleeting moment of passion, an embrace, a touch, a kiss, a fuck just another reminder of loss, a band aid on a open wound. I don’t know how to stop the bleeding. I don’t know who I am? I don’t know who knows, swipe right? Like? Love? Care? Hieroglyphics, cave paintings a devolution of wisdom a deconstruction of substance. Mid life, half life, still life…… find me, I’m lost, I thought I found you, I thought you found me, better of loved and lost then to never of loved , but, was that love real ? Was there substance, its hard to find OZ once the curtain draws. The magics gone, a parlor trick slight of hand, now what ? Ignorance is bliss…… plug me back in, so I can cuddle with the stranger, so I can feel the warmth of a hug with out the knowledge of the knife hovering above my back and pretend that life is good again……