The emptiness that is the sucking wound of my essence,
It reminds me of the void I live with.
The fears of being unable to connect.
I fear that it is me that pushes people away.
That there is something wrong with me that prevents me from feeling a sense of connection.
Or perhaps that I end up sabotaging myself.
Or perhaps this fear of being alone lives in all of us,
we just hide from it, cover it up, and pretend that there isn't nothingness within us.
I wonder if I worry too much, or am too serious, or that I forget to have fun, or that my mind is to wrapped up in the chaos that may be facing us, for people to be comfortable around me.