{ late night }

untitled there is this new and frequent ache of loneliness, this untouchable, unreachable throb. barriers surround me in my solitary awareness; smiles shine out through the hollowness, hollow. inside: a rushing, a whirling saturation of thoughts: inescapable, overanalyzed, unshared. inappropriate words, plucked from ancient scenarios, defunct cirumstances, and blatant ignorance, hurtle at me (the persona, the shell)-- they don't even hit me. i wish they would hit me.