Incandescently happy again.

Blue is the moon tonight,

And only I can see

Her glow in a pool

Of light

With hope

Of another to come.

To be loved is a beautiful feeling.

Alhamdulillah 

Disarray.

And all I can see is the holes in these walls. We are alone, all of us.

There is no one.

No such thing as love.

Or family.

These are games we play to fool each other.

Absolute detachment is the plan.

Float in a bubble till the final gamble at escape. And. Do. Nothing. 

Need nothing. Want nothing.

Become nothing.

'Become nothing and He will turn you into everything' is something I once read. Get a job that pays? Seriously? That low? Yes. That's what happens.