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My feet are wet

I'm cold

Yet, I don't feel sad, nor empty.

Disconfort can bring you to life.

In a way

I went to get a massage today for the first time.

It felt great and it was a man.

I was afraid of being sexually aroused ... but it never came close.

But not because it was a man.

I felt strangely unattractive on the massage table.

Like a piece of unwanted meat in a display.

And my mind is never at peace.

I can't...
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Had a moderate success today at work, 10 people added me on Facebook.

This is the closest to being somebody that I felt this week.

Watching soft porn on TV at night.

Boy I miss being a teenage boy.

Pleasure was simple with a life full of shortcomings.

It's cold outside and the coffee is not warm enough.

Cold heart.

I don't miss the sun as much as I miss the warmth of feeling wanted.

It's sad really when you told someone you're not going to be there and they don't ask you why not nor ask you to come just for a bit.

It's sad really, wanting to be wanted and feeling empty in return.

Feeling less than ordinary

Not because of this blue Monday

But every other day

Like a wheel stuck in the mud

It keeps on spinning, but never gets clean

A day is just day, but blue is more than a colour