the cement is cool against my back
as i lie in the setting sun in an unfamiliar place
it's a strange feeling, again and again
wiping the slate clean and erasing my mistakes
using the tears like acid pouring from my face
a purge of everything from yesterday
longing for the things that i am well aware
are the reason i was destroyed in the past
it's funny how distance will do that to you
being lonely allows you to forget that
the connections that tethered you to
everyone else around you are actually
what kept you trapped onto the earth
but when suddenly you're cut loose
you find that you're flailing around aimlessly
you long for connections to keep you grounded
no matter how much they used to choke you
i've been in this place before and i don't like it