alone

this house might as well be made out of cardboard. that’s what I know. the wind is gonna blow it down. we’re going to be evicted. we cannot keep anyone in our lives. they’re going to go sooner or later. what’s making me think this is how far away I am from everyone I know. it’s clearing my head. I’ve tried to visit and call everyone but it’s not all successful. probably some friendships are just completely over. and the world, the world is the enemy. we’re in a hell dimension. everything feels estranged. I have a few healthy relationships and ironically they’re distanced across the planet. I will stop running. I will sit in the quiet and be shown how I am meant to be alone.