Or are you like me, lonely yet free
Free to go where I want
to think what I want
to see who I want
Free to explore, to investigate, to be curious
Free to be me, yet don’t like what I see
I’ve called only to get no answer
I’ve visited only to find no one there
I’ve loved and lost and thought to myself
“I wish I would have never loved at all”
Incapable of love and incompatible to be made loved too
Sometimes I am invisible, numb, lost
Sometimes I can see clearer with my eyes closed,
wishing that they would never open
I long to be comfortable, walking through the back door
instead of the front
I long to be held by hands so big
that I lose myself in their life lines, fingers pointing to the heavens
Sometimes my brother is my best friend
Sometimes I think of my best friend as my brother
I climb to the top only to see the top
Nothing below and nothing above
Everything is equal, parallel, neutral
How can you find answers in a world full of questions
I haven’t cried in months and begin to wonder “why”
Why do I only remember certain events in my life and tend to forget the rest
It’s like I wasn’t even there – like I only existed in times which only I can remember
Is my life that insignificant?