We are lonely, most times; Not because of anyone, really. It's a floating anxiety-- Unbridled, untied, unbound; Not, even, to ourselves. So, we endeavor, To find a viable anchor-- Something or someone, To stabilize this nothing; That we sense-- Anything or anyone, To avow that we exist-- That we are. "A Floundering Anxiety" #lonely #anxiety #meaning #yqbaba
