As I sit here and wonder…
who will take me away…
where will I go to...
and who will I be with?...

is the rest of my life, destined to be this way… this emptiness which consumes… these thoughts that penetrate my every pore.

Who will whisper me words…
who will read my mind… and guess what I am thinking.

I am afraid of the future, not because of anything but the fear that all the people who are near and dear to me now, will all find their respective partners, and after a time… I will be… utterly and completely alone.