Where is everyone?
Where is anyone?
Like a lone flower trying not to wilt in the hot arid desert,
but I find no source that will keep me alive.
The mere thought of suffering lonesomeness alone scares me,
like how a public toilet bowl scares a germaphobe.
The thought of comparing my situation to a public toilet bowl scares me more,
like a agoraphobe trembling with fear at the idea of being forced into skydiving.
Days like this make me want to stick my head in the dirt.