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the moon was bright as i walked home from the train station.
on mondays i usually stayed late at the school for extra maths but today
i couldn't c o nc e n tra t e.
my mind kept running back to the thought
what is wrong with me? i have no friends.
algebra blurred before my eyes as a question arose within the turmoil of thoughts
will i ever be happy? content? satisfied?
will my life ever reflect what i truly desire but what i know i'll never have?
the walk home felt lonelier than ever.
alone with my thoughts, no worse companion.
they ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran
until my head felt breathless from the strain
but still they ran and i wished the race would finally end.
