For those who find there self here again.

With loneliness comes an
unconscious sense of
existence way further
than the grip of reality.

To which I've come to know
so well that I discover each
moment with an unacknowledged
sense of confusion and disarray.  

And now that each individual
second fuses into one gigantic
simultaneously moving current,
which flows endlessly with ignorance.

I find my mind, yet again stolen
from the confines of a hollow brain
which I sat in waiting, rendering no questions
except "How did I end up here again,
and why does it feel so new?"