I've got no eyes to regulate, no voice to slow me down, no kiss to make me care.
So I'll go the highest speeds and take the sharpest turns. I'll go at life hard and when it gets tough just keep going until exhaustion has it's way with me. This I wait for like a solitary reprieve when transitory peace sets in and sleep takes over. In this land maybe things are different. And maybe it's not. I'm pretty sure I cry even in my dreams but that's life, so I keep going.
I've lost hope that when looking into the eyes of others I would find a response worth recognizing.
And I want to throw this game out the window because it's become quite pathetic really. I've got black books for my black books and love notes falling out of both. And none of it equates to more than momentary distractions. Vague mirages in a dessert of empty promises.
They say you find it when you least expect it. They say, when you stop looking is when it happens. Well I'm at an accelerated speed with blindfolds on down an intersection with broken street lights and it's past time for a change.
This so illustrates that place we have all been which displays our loneliness, and bemusement of life and the need for love, companionship, and the feeling of oneness as we face the world alone. You've captured these emotions in this piece, which I know sadly you must have been experiencing and struggling with at that moment. I hope with all my heart it was temporary and you were able to recover. :)
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