Lonely and desolate my heart feels torn. A little piece of me cries out for more. Someone to notice, someone to care, someone to stand beside me when life seems unfair...
For some its food, sex or drugs. The things we use to fill this never ending vortex of sludge. The things that suck us in, that drown us in the muck.The muck of self and self-righteous puff.
