Doing things on my own is kinda worrisome, at times I want to ask others for their insight.
After further consideration, I realize the problem and I can’t trust them anyway.
Being alone, I often recalled fragmented scenes from my life.
The same lonesomeness during those shattered pieces.
Like the meaninglessness of the far-off stars.
Then a need to reassure myself the past won’t repeat.
The memories continue to flow through my mind:
A siren’s call.