I said I wasn't lonely but I think it's all a lie.
I am nothing BUT lonely....

it's as if I am housed in a glass box, watching the world move around me. watching lovers entwine, smiles broaden, and knowledge being learned. I watch as people make ground I feel is impossible to cover. I watch as the world passes by me, passes around me. never seeping into my skin. never wishing to penetrate through me, wanting me, calling me willfully to its attention. I stand in the background of this life, effortlessly invisible.

It is such a struggle