Dust In the Wind

What do you think I should do an open world question to open air lost in the splendor of how the blue of the sky doesn't merge with the white of clouds a distraction from this everyday drama I'm broken glass, a product of a thrown brick in my direction and if I can be honest here sometimes I silently wish for a wish to never come true my hands cause me pain, this writing causes to much feeling so please sever my hands at the point turn me into dust so I can drift with the wind so her, my antidote to sadness can stop patiently waiting for my inaction which won't occur for I am frozen in time, out of my mind I am an idiot, don't remind me forgive me, there's something I can't let go something worth holding onto Even after all I've been through it's right where I left it but I'm much too far away I'm lonely and tired caught between two worlds as I'm a suspended moon a gravitational pull I can't overcome so I just stand covering my ears silently screaming enough though there's no one around to hear me Have I always been this alone