Same dream again...
Ahhh, yet another meaningless morning.
Years have gone by—
you drifted off somewhere,
and I stayed here, burning now and then
in dreams, with pain.
Dear ache in my chest,
dear pain on my left side...
there's no name for this emptiness.
It's the residue of dreams,
the taste of something unfinished,
something that never got to end properly.
Looks like today will pass with your ache again.
Funny how your pain still tastes exactly the same.
And then what?
In two or three days I'll return to reality.
I have to.
Staying on my feet alone—
that's the only truth that wraps around me anymore.
Should we say we're sad again?
Hey...
Are you still married to that woman?
What did you hope to gain by blocking me on every social platform?
I don't even bother creating a fake account to look you up—
that's how meaningless it all feels now.
I guess it's time to get up and go to work.
Let's hurry—
Work is the greatest distraction of all,
makes you forget everything,
every "you," every "us," every moment.
I work so much these days,
I don't even have time to think about myself.
Do you know that?
Of course you don't.
Wait—
hold on.
I'm getting ready.
I don't even like traveling.
Why is it so hard to find a job close to home?
Once again,
I'm stepping into another meaningless struggle.