unstable


I know there is no point in hoping any more.
I know that all dreams come to naught.
I know that every one is settled and taken and stable.
I am lost and unstable…
hoping that something will change and striving for that but to no avail.
Totally disconnected is what I am.
Total disconnection.
I may as well not be here and I often wish that I were not.
We all go on and go on and go on and what for?
I’m not too sure any more.

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