I’m embarrassed to admit
this fear that something’s missing
Since all the time I’ve spent
remembering who isn’t
Remembering me now
I’m stuck here in the present
Which presently is null
and void of all discretion
Like looking towards tomorrow when
tomorrow never comes
Or existing at a party and
avoiding everyone
It’s like staring into nowhere
just wanting to be
Anywhere but somewhere
with anyone but me
Yes, we can get sick of our own company sometimes…
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Can identify with it
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I can relate to this
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