Cloak of Loneliness

I make no misguides about who i am in this world with relation to friends and family, simply put i have none.  I have no friends to whom i turn in times of need nor family on which to depend.  I walk through this world cloaked in loneliness.  When the showers of life's misgivings come, i stand under a shelter provided by the strength of character and hold every storm has an end.

Paiting Path

Never let anyone paint the path for which your life should travel, for they may run out of paint and leave you lost in this world. It is easy when blinding by love, to allow yourself to follow ones lead while lead in an attempting to build upon a harmonious union.  But while it may feaster springs of temporary emotional bliss, your character is lost.  Soon you are at a point struggling to find the path which another has painted and the path to you is lost.

Middle of the road

There i stand like a deer caught in the headlight.  I don't know if i should continue across or return. Either side of the street is painful so labor in a decision.  I want this, but how can i want to be with someone who remains indifferent to what i feel.  I would love nothing more than a moment of her time, where i feel like i am not invisible.  She would rather squander her free time immerse in TV or in dialogue with some mystery person on the phone.  Where at a moments notice she would find wind to entertain this invite to go out.  I still desire to do whatever it takes to keep her happy, but why should i wish to carry water to the ends of the world for someone who would sooner rejoice at water in my eyes.