Lonely

Some people will never learn the true meaning of this word. I count them lucky. Something I can't shake tonight ... and it doesn't feel like other times. The pictures in my head at night don't have solid faces anymore ... they're just blurry, and there's no voices spoken.

All I ever remember now is that the air always felt like mist, and when I put my hand out, the drops fall away and I'm left standing in my shadow. Even the drops falling on rocks make no sound, and then I wake up.