Where He Goes, Things Die – Day 265, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Everywhere I go,
It seems like everything changes.
Never do I see the same faces,
In the same spaces,
I find myself inside of longer than a few months knowing they’ve been around for years.
Rules in this game called life change as if adjusting to a presence imposing itself on a world it doesn’t want much of a part in.
Doors that have been open for as long as time could tell,
Close without notice as if they’ve pardoned themselves from dealing with what I feel is a burden:
Myself.
Is it my aura that’s burning away the possibilities of friendship I yearn to build?
Am I not as handsome as I was labeled,
By many who’ve disappeared from my line of sight?
Will I ever find a circle other than my own heart strings constricting my neck enough to breathe,
Yet,
Enough to gasp for air while in a chokehold I’ve put myself in?
Because,
Even monsters have friends.
As selfish some are,
They’re never alone while accompanied by loyalty I can only dream of.
Shouldn’t I just,
Become a monster?
Or should I cry,
And,
Cry until I create an ocean large enough for anyone thirsty to drink from,
As I run dry of love while dying faster by the second?…