The memory of what I want to be,
Is burned in my mind.
Can picture it
Can see life for all its glories,
I reach out for it.

Glimpses, insights,
Slipping into yesterday so fast.
Always out of reach
I crave it.

Feel its warmth building up inside,
Comes out so brutal.
A great ball of nothing
Spinning so quickly it makes me sick.

Want to believe in something.
Believe in nothing,
Feel nothing
And nothing is so empty,
So sickening, so fast yet going forever,
So frustrating and frightening.

So not what I want.
I want the something
I want the someone...