If I was a loner, would I cry for you? Jealous. As I get older I see you differently. Like a boy. Him though. Why get me socially, fit me into the mould of you. I’m not social like you want me to be. In years of scouring the ocean floors we found nothing, no clues, no connections nothing. So we stopped chasing ghosts, wanting to learn the truth or anything from anyone. Everything ever pertinent was right here right now. That was when I started seeing myself as an important person. Whatever was out there it was not like me. All it was was something that left several false impressions how they were doing it? So solutions too were lying nearby. Frustration is all I got from them. Monsters not even a shred of decency, and no margin for error, I never imaged them to be so gruesome for me. There is nothing out there, just a mishap, that you have to go through.