i've smiled for a while. i hate me when i'm sad.

it's getting harder today.

i want to reach over and touch you, if only you were here.
i want to reach over and touch you, if only i had met you.

will our paths ever cross? have they already? who cares. not me.

i'm not sad. i hate me when i'm sad.

it's not just you darling. i feel so alone. so unneeded. i could go out. i could try to meet someone new. maybe you.

nighthawks.

no use.

no point.

i don't fit in. i'm not even supposed to be here today.

can you convince yourself that you're okay and do it so well that you can actually trick yourself?

i am okay. i hate me when i'm sad.

i finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road.

it's a zoo here. it always has been. it always will be. i feel so alone.

something is missing. i miss connecting. i miss being important, meaningful.

garbage on more garbage.

a man whom no one had noticed has come and gone, apart from a nickel tip left on the shimmering counter, the world remains unaffected.

i think i need to get out of this basement for a while. but where ever i go, i'll feel worse. i'll sit in a corner and look at society.

but if i'm going to meet you, it's not going to be in this basement.