I can’t live in this house alone I can’t go on existing in solitary with me the furniture and the pet. I do not want to be confined to my own self and have no one to share my parts to share the inhabitants of my soul with. I do not want to wake up alone I do not want to wake up on the cold empty bed, the staring walls will encave me and the voice that wants dialogue will consume me
I feel misplaced .
I want you to change but I know I can’t change you
The risk of being with you and the person you become at times makes me want to venture out makes me want to cut loose all ties with you yet I fear, I fear the risk I venture to take may end up in me being alone, so I am doubtful….doubtful yet solitude leaves me numb. The thought of it keeps in an asylum within me
So….come…..No, you can’t do what you do though……
Or better yet stay away, yet I fear solitude and alone… yet then the fear you bring when you become my enemy
(The end unknown)
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