Wonder why I question it now?
I'm my own planet.
Not many can experience this sensation.
Loneliness is creeping out, or in, however you think of it.
But it sure is surrounding me.
Maybe all the complaining is an accurance of boredom.
I suppose it’s too late.
I am floating farther and farther away.
I did love, I did laugh, I did live.
Now I’m my own planet.
A spaceman. They say I am a spaceman.
Planets everywhere... my own destiny.
I’m floating towards the sun.
The sun of nothing.
Nothing is here. Memories are not clear.
Floating to the sun farther away.
I can't believe that’s what it has come to.
I never really had it all that bad.
I just looked around and never thought about the blank stares.
They were looking into something much worse than what I thought I was.
Selfishness is a very sticky quality of this species.
Looking around... I don't see any faces.
Yes I am lonely. It’s to be expected.
I’ll sleep now.
Dream waves.