Dark blue, dark blue, have you ever been alone in a crowded room?
and I can envision the swarming of people, the buzzing of dialogue and muted laughters; the hubbub of a room packed with people.
and yet, there is an emptiness, I cannot fill. no matter how many jokes, how many smiles, how many pokes generated.
It cannot be filled. tis a bermuda triangle of my very own.
It is, a bermuda triangle of my own making, taking, stealing, stripping me of everything I was, and am.
... and I let it.
