I need people.
I knew it before. I was crying out for community before, but it was all a whisper in the dark. Now the people are gone or far away and I'm all by myself. I need an external force. I don't think you understand this. People say, "Pick yourself up," "Do it for you," or "You'll never love someone until you can love yourself," but do I not know myself? Can't I think critically about who I am? Sure, I have blindspots like the rest of us, but I need something from the outside to push inside of me, to make me go, to ignite me.
What does a solitary man do in the midst of the silent worldwide chaos? Like noodles dancing mad above my head. The cords attached to me are loose like live wires. Don't step close to me or you may shock yourself.
Wear a mask, run for shelter, don't tempt me.
Social interaction is rare these days and the live wires protruding from my brain are the only animated part of me that make sense.
Maybe there is wind outside, but it seems my spirit's left. I'm a shell, can't you see me? Everything evaporated but the disaster; I'm still here.
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