friends are dispersed
some in distant latitudes of a similar nature
others gone along paths millions of light years away
from my own
Love has tired my patience
of that, no need to talk
Fraternal bonds under a question mark
what do they mean?
childhood memories stand on their fictional value
I'm gone somewhere
where I found nothing but myself
stripped of all the blurry illusions I had built around me
I can only ask:
In this quiet disaster,
why is it so hard to feel?