Residing in a small, enclosed, white space
Just like an addict craving for attention
For it to come in through the glowing portal
Take all away and bring back something better

Perpetually digging through the scraps of thoughts
And picking through the scabs of stale emotion
That has been left there to be found and eaten
Regurgitated and consumed again  

It's not as if it was the only choice
And yet the need for masks of still expressions
It overshadows everything with fear
Without true contact there is no rejection

It's been another hour of nothing
Reflecting what's so easily forgotten
And anything that steps over this threshold
Is so abstract it's almost nonexistent

Cause nothing's really what it seems to be
And anything that is, is nothing to be had
Whatever makes it worth it isn't really there
Resting between the lines that have been left unsaid

Still waiting for something
To come and make it better