Fu1two

I sit in this chair. The sun beats down on my a/c cooled skin. This feeling of loneliness washes over me. I can feel each thought hit me. Liken to ocean sediment hitting me in the ankles, With each rolling wave. I am in a moment of my life where I need her the most. A segment of my life that is particularly testing. But she's not there. I feel like the worst kind of island. Not like the ones with beautiful People Trees Water And sunsets More like the ones that are barren. Merely rocks, floating in the ocean. Their toes barely planted On the ocean floor. More than anything I'd like her to Visit me on my island To sit with me And place her

I stare into the eyes of the man across from me Green and tired they lock on to me. I turn away from the window, Feeling air hit me in the ankles. Heat. I turn back to the window. Snow falls towards the dormant grass, Seemingly hitting every blade. The man with green and tired eyes Still stands across. The lights flicker. The man is lost Every time the lights darken. But who isn’t lost When the lights go out? All is hidden when The blanket of darkness Comes to claim us. The thundering horn defines the next stop. I turn back to the window. I once again lock eyes with the tired man. I manage to get the muscles around my mouth To muster