As I breathe deep and clear, even though you’re there I feel alone. I stand waiting as I’m here wandering capturing the capacity of everyone’s joy and laughter.
Though the key to myself is lost. I can’t live as before, where it was easy to become a friend to someone.
As I open my eyes I’m slowly becoming tortured by the way I feel with myself. How do I stop becoming this way I ask.
One day though it will become better as for all of us.