Maybe I’m the only fiction here,
wandering around without any fear.
0r maybe I just don’t know what to fear,
cause your presence is always near.
I hear their voices,
I see their faces,
I sense their emotions,
but can’t feel any connection.
Random tastes come to my senses,
but the ignorance makes all numb.
Reaching for the loneliness,
without hope for love to come.
End of 2016