Everything in your world
   is dark, chaotic
always changing
   except for one thing-
the loneliness.
   You have nobody to turn to
nobody to run to
   when you're in need.
Everything's foreign and straynge
   except for your longing
for a familiar face,
   to hug you and soothe you
kiss and remind you
   of all the love you have locked inside.
To remind you you're still breathing,
   and it isn't just some dream
inside your head about somebody
   twenty-thousand miles away.
An ocean away.
   But the dream is gone.