No name.

They were constantly asking what I wanted.
What it was they were doing wrong,
I didn't feel what I wanted should have to be explained, 
furthermore I didn't know how to explain it.

I wanted to be rescued
not so much from this place 
as much as I longed to be rescued from the burdens of my mind.
The torturous ridicule always stemmed from the shit I can't seem to forget.
Its haunting and I can't escape it.

The gaping hole pulling me closer each chance it gets.
They ask what I want as I stare at the dark black hole
I want the universe, not the whole universe of course,
just yours for a mere moment.

As artificial as it may sound 
I long for the 'meaning'
I want to sleep in someones brain  till morning

Don't ask me what I want its far too complicated
I confide in Orion while he takes a shower
Staring at the stars I make it as simple as possible

I want to exist.
I long for someone to see for my full potential,
even when I, myself have lost sight of it.

Yet, my mind mocks this
for I need no one but myself
and I cuddle next to my brain for the night 
as my loneliness consumes me.


-G.T