Amalgamation

Existentialism, the old tale. Where can you find the time to care about something that doesn't care back? I want to live in times where we aren't so connected, so that we can all equally be so far apart. We're spoiled, the vaguely over ripened left to rot in lue of the rose. I have no chance when they have a gallery to choose from. I disappear again, afraid to wait. I search fruitlessly for belonging, when what I should have done was just be. I was never shown how. Reliving the fantasies as a taunt from a greater ode not played to me. I get so impatient.

I should get some sleep, tomorrow waits for me, but the rain is all that matters right now.