It's so much fun, out here.

Have you ever had a dream, a dream in which you met someone.

And even after you wake, that person lingers in your mind.

I often wonder who these people are, these people your mind seemingly makes up.

But what if they're not made up, what if they passed you on the street that day, what if they exist somewhere in the world.

And somehow, there they are, in your dream.

Maybe that's supposed to mean something.

Maybe not.

Subject: Unknown

The train tracks were rusty.

But at least the air was clean.

All I wanted was to hold your hand. Again.

I didn't know what to say, apart from,

'I think I might love you'

And that seemed inappropriate and like something I might regret.

You can't believe it; you were always singing along.

You know when something could tear up your entire world.

Just like that.

When you need me most.

I stop the car.

You open the door, get in.

Small talk I don't care for.

"I'm so sorry"

You say.

I look at you. I don't forgive you.

But I kiss you.

Because it is better to let you back in,

than to live without you.

Maybe you forgot all the things you are.

Sometime's I wonder when you'll see it.

Mostly I think you never will.

You'll never want to.

Thats too bad.

Lonliness is many things.

It can hit you hard and all of a sudden.

A car crash collision in a single moment.

It can sneak up on you quietly, hiding behind you,

until one day you turn around to look at your life.

Either way, you realise you are lonely.

You are alone.

Singular.

This isn't just losing your boyfriend, girlfriend or best friend.

This is realising that should you fall; there is no-one in sight to catch you,

Calm before the storm.

There's this feeling.

It's buzzing like an electric current.

It's rushing like someone late for something important.

Its crashing like waves on the cliffs.

And its pumping through my veins.

It is anger.

It is frustration.

It is misunderstood for what it really means.