Solitude

I live in a barren wilderness. Thoughts of those I miss are few. Nothing but the midnight sky to watch. For leaving them behind I have no bitterness. Although this world all but feels like deja vu. For this existence is but a splotch in mine reality. Some of my previous life's are coming clear. All of these memories will soon accrue. Upon a greater reality of one I will try to drink away with hard scotch. Be it through this life or the next I am alone for that Is my fear. Upon my next dream I hope I will be with them again mine Bauch.