17 March 2016

this time of year

this time of year is so bittersweet
with a flood of urges that i can't ignore
it steals my breath and sweeps me off of my feet
i just can't watch other people play anymore.
for 13 years the momentum has been building
unfortunately just internally for most of that time
it's the reason for my persistent alone,
few friends, no family, no home.