Stupor

(Written February 11, 2010, at age 22.)

In a semi-conscious, dehydrated stupor,
My mind wanders.
And finds, as it always does,
You.

Questions begin to take shape.
Answers shatter out of sheer disappointment.

I marvel at the nature of loneliness.
So hidden, so invisible,
It sneaks up and stuns me.
Stuns me into statuesque motionlessness.

Heart afraid to beat,
As it soaks this world in.
Eyes turning to glass,
As they leave this world.

Then I feel a beat and a blink.
And the hollow sculpture of me melts.
Into you.