I’ve succumbed to no life, no friends.
Because I’m surrounded by yours.
Trying to engage any of their attention is like a burnt light bulb screaming to a moth.
There is no awareness.
There is no consideration.
The bulb did not exist to the moth.
Burnt on all the attempts to captivate a single glance, a single flutter, a single buzz in its direction.
A single moth to its flame.
Are they all destitute of vision?
Are you all blind?
Flying in the darkness.
Or are they apprehensive?
Are you conscious?
Completely familiar with the burn.
