Plea of Loneliness

Drifting across the impersonal horizon of my life

Is my mind, body, disconnected from all.

Multitudes surround me, heightening my isolation and

The coldness that enshrouds me is too much, too much.

So how about you and I walk away, have a chat perhaps?

No?

Ah well that’s okay, I’ll hurt on my own, and

Wait.

Perhaps until someone else comes along, or perhaps…

Hmmm.

When will I grow tired of waiting? Am I a glutton?

I indulge in punishing myself over empty bonds,

Artificially crafted in this head that controls my body.

Yet this same head blurs the lines between them and me.

I hope.

I pray that I wake up from this conscious coma and

Learn to appreciate those who kindly surround me.

Oh hello...

Having gotten over my writer's block (as if I'm good enough to even call it that trolololol) I have decided to resurrect this blog in which I hope to post literature written by yours truly. No doubt during the dormant period nobody so much as glanced at this blog but perhaps that will change? We shall see. That being said I do have to wonder, as I write this, why I am writing as if I have a large following. I may as well be giving a speech in an empty theatre or painting pretentious surrealist art in the middle of Primark Coventry. Nevertheless if you are reading this then welcome! Hopefully you enjoy what I write in these coming months (years? decades?), and please try to turn a blind eye to my previous posts, I am fully aware of the fact that they are crap. That being said I'm pretty sure that anything I do put up on here will be crap and sniggered at by anyone who stumbles upon this blog. Meh, like I said, we shall see...