i long for a spark, anything to inspire to drown out the whir of the system but the lines are shot, i try again, and again
endless waves of loneliness wash through me why, i cannot quite fathom the little one plays around me Her pretty pictures fill up the online album she’s my joy, my sun, my sanity without her it gets cold and random i long for a connection to my soul to cut through the volume, through the vacuum why do i feel so alone, how can i stop Get back up and into the rhythm Everyday life, work and routine it’s not boring, the dull and the humdrum i long for a spark, anything to inspire to drown out the whir of the system but the lines are shot, i try again, and again but none is the outcome. Feeling empty, does it ever stop Life flits before me through a broken prism i hope i find a raft to hold me still I don’t want to slip into the chasm.
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