Each night this week
I’ve watched my bottle of drink drain a bit more
As I try to stave off the inexplicable loneliness
That claws its way
Through my bosom

Each hour passes in a blur of motion and color
Faces that mean nothing
But that I cling to with intensity
I can’t face the facts
I don’t want to

Facts
Little bits of truth taken at face value or
Little bits of lies taken deeper to be seen as
Factual

Truth
What is provable or
What we want proven
Truthful

Lies
Spoken words to protect the innocent or
Spoken to save our own selves through
Lying

In honesty
I don’t care
If this makes sense to you
Or you
Or even you

Spoken once and now again
Emotion touches emotion
An endless cycle that touches us all