where does this get me?

like moving a mountain with my pen

I sometimes can’t distinguish pain from loneliness

Always looking to the past for something that will last

Like memories you can’t quite remember

From January to December

Every day you think of what was

The present holds very little joy except the laughter of your only two joys

Now i’m grasping

Body collapsing

What must I do

What can I say

Remember

Move on

There has to be some way

So I draw

And wait to create

I’m hoping something or someone will come of this visual rambling

Please stay with me

I’m drifting

No love

No one missing