Boo Hoo

Nowadays I only understand things that I can feel, see or objects from my own efforts. What other people feel, see about themselves or other people is up to them. I am not a mind reader.

Missing the missable...

Loves? So vague and unknown.
I have to my self the ones that I had. From friendships, from lovers... and perhaps by supposition.
For me it is nothing more than a strange in a house that no longer exists.
I can only walk... knowing that the end it self is endless.