oh well,
the shallowness
and manicness
of this mornings post
was far too transparent
don't you think?

the clouds returned
before the night closes in.
The sun sets,
and I struggle,
vainly,
for comfort.

I wish I could dial a friend,
but,
I am an addict
in need of a fix.
To aim myself at another's heart,
in selfish self seeking
is cruel
and manipulative.

I am better alone.
The world is better off with my solitude,
for the time being.