i sit alone, table empty save
for me. surrounding me are friends; they talk
but not to me. i do not rise. there seems
no point. they might as well be blind.
pen to paper, i write out my thoughts.
as always
i sit alone, table empty save
for me. surrounding me are friends; they talk
but not to me. i do not rise. there seems
no point. they might as well be blind.
pen to paper, i write out my thoughts.
