down point; friday, 7:35pm

The undreaming, here I am,
On the top of loneliness and noone cares,
I want to understand, but I certainly can’t,
Suddenly I’m drowning in my own-made-pain,
Maybe I was just overexpecting these,
The garden-walking, seafood, and glasses-toast,
Maybe I was just hoping too much,
And ended up with a dissapointing loss...

-for a minute here, I lost myself...-