I am shaky and exhausted. My choices have caught up. I’ve had so much fun but have nothing at the end of the day. I don’t know what I thought would be gained. I hang out with people who are trying to escape. Together, we live these nights but, I can’t share them. In the morning, I’m alone as always. Sometimes I’m weaker or a little more empty. They go back to what they had and I’m a fun memory. I’m the toy that helped them feel alive.
Just waiting.. for someone to want to play again.. for someone to need that distraction..