I am alone. Aren’t we all, though?
I have ghosty pictures in my head of him, and her. And they.
Show me the way? Someone? Won’t you please? I can’t find it, that damned way.
I can’t stand on both legs anymore. I can’t breathe through both lungs. My left eye has gone blind The right one sees wrong.
It shows me that EVERYTHING is like a fumbling cloud which is trying to decide if it wants to fall down or just keep hanging around.
I relate to the fumbling. But maybe you already know that about me.