Eyes drift from the TV to broad shoulders,
Lost in another world, so immersed.
Smiling at the sound of that voice.
But wandering
Why? Why again?
Lost, sinking, crashing.
What’s the point?
Nothing left
Emptiness, hollowness, ego, superficial words.
Nothing real.
Addicted to uncertainty,
Rollercoaster of highs and lows,
Unsure of where it’s all heading.
Getting tired of this too.
That much is clear.
I want to truly rest, being vulnerable.
Disposable feelings.
Craving, something deeper.
Time for another cigar.
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