not enough

 oh... that feeling again

the bitter taste of loneliness

of not belonging

of no one to entwine with

yes, the neighbor's grass is greener 

as is the bottom of a bottle from another angle

I understand, yet so

I catch myself drowning in my own world

all I want is far from my reach

all I have is on my hands

although it feels good

it does not fills me, it is not enough 

let's dive deep in the same spiral of emptiness

the void I can not keep feeding endlessly

sometimes comes back much more alive

than I would like and can abide

I want what I can not have

and I am aware

although it feels good

it does not fills me, it is not enough