My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

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Apr 12

Alone on a Sunday

Alone on a Sunday, in a place you don’t belong, never belonged. Lonely and broken, a cracked mirror reflecting nothing but damage. You’re darkness that’s not understood, that no one thinks to brighten. You’re constant thought with nowhere to go, buried under unsaid words. You want to go home, but you can’t, so you’re alone on a Sunday.


4 Comments so far

  1. Rafael April 12th, 2009 9:28 pm

    You’re not entirely alone. We’re here in the ether keeping you company.

  2. Samuel April 12th, 2009 9:55 pm

    I felt very alone today too, but then a friend reminded me that I am on a creative absence. That shifted it a bit.

  3. Sharon April 13th, 2009 8:11 pm

    I just discovered you and your world, Mike. I found you as a BONUS FEATURE on a NETFLIX DVD I just got. A BONUS FEATURE!

    You are a bonus feature, actually. I hope I can learn something by reading your blog and getting to know you better. Thank you!

  4. Alex Carnegie April 14th, 2009 7:33 pm

    I never really could get my head around sundays.