Blue skin, blue sky

Often, I feel lonely, like I don't belong anywhere, no matter how I try. The oddness circles back to me, a loop that I can never seem to escape from. I don't belong to someone, nor do they belong to me. Everything has always been temporary to me, yet I hold onto the ones that stay before the time expires. 

It's a sour feeling. "Why can't I find a place to be part of?"

Inside my room, I am alone. I love being alone. But I do crave a lot more from my little life. A certain connection with people or something, just a place for me to call home. I can't even do it right, I feel like a failure when all I can seem to do right is ruin everything I have.

I want to sleep under the earth and emerge when my time comes.