Pale and Lifeless

 And I find myself pale, a little lifeless,

Every time my eyes roam around me,

Eyeing the world bustling with life

People, tethered to one another.

Belonging and longing,

Love and grief

The latter abundant,

The former sparse. 

I walk about aimlessly

Barely able to keep my ground.

Losing myself a moment,

And salvaging the remains the next.

Yet, I continue, searching for that which evades me.