Wednesday, 21 September 2016
questions
I woke up this morning. She wasn't there. I went to bed at midnight. She wasn't there. Does she exist? Is she real? I ask myself these questions every morning and every afternoon and every night I fall to slumber. She was here everyday before and now nothing. Zilch,nadda. Is this my fault,or hers? Am I talking aloud in my dreams or have I just gone made like Nietzsche.I read and she's not there. Where is she? Can she help me? Have I lost my ability to think, to love, to hope? More questions, less answers. I close the blinds, I drink my tea, I take my pill, I fall asleep. I awake. But she's just not there. And it's just me, poor hopeless naked me.
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