solitario

i am lonely.
at the end of the day. after all the talks shared. after all the noise.
there is this moment between sleep and waking up that i experience complete loneliness.
a hollow feeling that tries to eat every inch of happiness, every laughter.
it's a void that i haven't yet figured out how to fill.
not even love can fill.
i guess i am really lonely, inside.
or that every person is.

each day we try to connect with other people.
maybe in the hope of finding ourselves in them.
just so we can empty the space that haunts every waking hour.
but no matter, no loving feeling, no human blanket has completely erased the pain.

or maybe this is just me.
lonely, poor me.
i have given just so i shall receive.
but none completes me yet.

am i looking for more?
or havn't i satisfied myself?
it's such a lonely world.
but life persists.