Scattered

Scattered
As if every thought
Every stream of consciousness
Is to no avail
And I know not who I am
I have only ever learned
To examine myself in pieces
Lost fragments of time and space
That do not quite match up anymore
But my puzzle is beyond scattered
So far lost and broken
That to start anew
Would be much more sensible
Than to search for myself
In the nooks and crannies
Of this mundane world
Straining to see
The distant pops of color
That might still be lingering
Somewhere within
The soiled depths of my mind

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When You Meet Someone

It is only when you meet someone that you realize how lonely you are,

how empty you feel inside,

when you’re alone with yourself,

when you’re alone with your thoughts,

and your memories,

and your pain.