Sunday, December 11, 2011

69. it makes no sense

this searching for happiness in all the wrong places.
we hope we hope for love
for love to somehow fill a void within us, within me.
we seek, keep our lives busy with all the mundane things
that are meant to keep us living
like food, love, relationships, a job.
within all this,
i still find zero content.
maybe for a while, maybe for a bit.
but at the end of the day, week or hour
it comes down to this.
right now right here right in this moment,
i am unhappy.

and i'm not sure how to fix it without running away
or disappearing.
without all my little fixes like alcohol, a few cigarettes.

home. where are you?