Strangers, I am among many. Lost in a sea of all. Too different to belong. The troubles of sticking to one who will stay. Struggle, as I loose grip of what was mine. Of those who I have lost, counting takes time. Time that self destructs due to loss of space. Searching. Nothing I can find. Suicide, death. No where to hide. Eventually we all face our nightmares. True thoughts only find me in dreams. Escaping, no options, only move forward. But how can one do so without pain? Impossible. Can’t. Failure sustained. The breeze blowing cool from the windows closed. Questionable doubt. I drown in tears. I seek the reflection I wish once to be. Only the shadows dancing in the dawn help. They understand the hour of death awaits. Grasp, cling, before for them to see. Possibilities cleansed in positive outcome. What is and will be, never able. Dreams disappear, replaced actuality suffocates. Liable for yesterdays muddle. To compensate for loss, never could make truth. Deep, oceanic waters, tunnels surrounding. Captured sin I appeared to have grown inside. Breathing, yet again impossible optimism. Tears fall.