I haven't written anything in the last few months. Then suddenly, along comes an old feeling that feels a lot less intense than it did in my last life. Looks like I changed a lot.
Anyway, I decided I'd write about it. It's not a particularly good text and I just wrote it down the way it fell out of my head. It's not as refined as most of my texts which usually take a few days to a few weeks to be finished, if ever.
Loneliness, a strange mistress.
Unseen she's there, unfelt she stares.
Unheard she tells, she whispers and yells.
It's been awhile I've been with her.
Can't say at all that I missed her.
Just sits right there and stares at you.
Has nothing better than this to do.
The tainted smirk that's on her face
keeps telling me I lost this race.