Something In the Air Called Loneliness

something in the air called loneliness makes me do things that are disguised as outlets my heart does the thinking for my brain and the brain does the beating for my heart thinking that it is all a recipe for renovation is actually a blueprint for surefire disaster i laugh at my own jokes as i lie to myself knowing that something is wrong and that the pain is obviously there something starts to fall as i imagine a hand that i so long to hold and the beauty that i so yearn to see puzzles in my mind cannot be put together in any type of strategic way and board games in my heart can never be won in any type of masterful fashion knowing this, i just go on with my head held high trying to mask the raging sorrow that i feel for myself repetition is like a pill you intentionally take after the expiration date's expiration seduction is like a laxative that starts working in the heart of a long-awaited exploration i wish i could christen myself at my own rededication, but a voice ever so unhealthy for me continuously asserts its persistence to give me medication unfocused with no hint of even a smidgen of a goal, i kindly follow blindly....