quintessentially me

i am

lost and alone

in so many places

in so many different ways

where is the life?

where are the smiles?

where is the laughter?

ironic how you can feel so at home

and yet feel the lonliness to the core

my collection of words doesnt seem to give me the escape that it once did

'like a freeze dried rose'

it is now icy cold

no longer does it captivate me

enchant me with promises of happy ever afters

maybe i am just restless

a window of what inactivity can do to me

and yet

can one live with so little familial interaction

sighh

this is how it goes

i am lost.