Even talking to my closest friends, those whom I love, drives me further into a place I’ve been trying to climb away from. No matter who it is, and this makes me weep for I wish it weren’t so, I feel alone—like I can’t be reached because I can’t reach them.
And each time I have to just fall asleep and wait for a sunrise. I’ll rise with it and exist atop the world for one hour a day. The day, as it would seem, only has time for an hour of such illumination anyways.