the moon was bright as i walked home from the train station.

on mondays i usually stayed late at the school for extra maths but today

i couldn't  c o nc e  n tra t  e.

my mind kept running back to the thought

what is wrong with me? i have no friends.

algebra blurred before my eyes as a question arose within the turmoil of thoughts

will i ever be happy? content? satisfied?

will my life ever reflect what i truly desire but what i know i'll never have?

the walk home felt lonelier than ever.

alone with my thoughts,
no worse companion.

they ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran

until my head felt breathless from the strain

but still they ran and i wished the race would finally end.

why won't this loneliness end?