and: the poetry thread

[Caprice]

i look to the void for answers that i never know. searching like a dog sniffing the unsmellable. why is this because answers are not found. being alone and lonely are two different, too different. when i say fuck all its like a magic is suppose to appear. i guess not with this awful rye. content/discontent someday i hope it all equals out. like it once did. so i can get back to the way it once was. or at least, something like it.