There are moments when life is lonely.
Days pass and you have no one to talk to. Weeks pass and you still have no one to tell of your exploits. Months pass and still no one comes over to see how you are.
Maybe it’s you. Maybe you have nothing to offer them. Maybe they know that you’re just a shell of your former self. Maybe they know that you’re empty inside.
Sometimes you wish for more but you can only be who and what you are. It’s on sad days like these that I dream of being someone else.
But I am nothing more than a dumpster behind a long closed factory.
(image courtesy of Ryan McGuire of http://www.gratisography.com/)