Ode to (my/your) existence

9th October 2005

Because I can’t find happiness by being with others(not that I can find any others to spend time with, and don’t ask me why), I have decided to some sort of poetry to try to convince myself to go on living….

We laugh, we cry
We break up, but still we try
To plod or glide through life
Braving all the strife

No one shares their soul with yours truly
But solitude has not taken my sanity
Though some may beg to differ verily
Loneliness has never betrayed me like some humans have
It has in fact reassured me, a buffer against disappointment
When I had no optimism left
Yes, being by oneself is never as horrendous as it is painted out to be
One must learn the value of solitude
In teaching the dilemma we all face at some point:
For ultimately, we are all alone.
At the conclusion, only the person in the mirror can free us
From our lives of quiet desperation.

More and more often, I feel like a pale shadow, cast on the very real world around me.
I look forward more and more to sleep as a temporary death, and am accountably tired more and more often these days.

Tired of living?

Maybe.

Or maybe I don't see the point of my life anymore.