Lonely

I feel insecure.

I know there are things that are meant to transpire yet where do I feel connected?  Where do I feel complete?  Is it a baby?  Is it that some something that strangers' symbol offer or is it that nothing nothing that feels like something but ends up,

nothing?

The nothing is something.  Dr. Seuss was right of rhythms.  The world is polar and synergy.  We who live, are full to the rim with sayings and praying for the answers that come consistently infrequently.

Lonely is this infrequency.  The energy is not put forth and in the end not received.
Where are all the bees man?  Where are all the bees?

NO pollination is happening and the cold is so cold.  Where are all the bees?  Sleeping and being dormant for the storm of earth lecture basin to yell what she feels is not being heard.

Be us of sound direction round.  And find that gravity weight for something magically great learning what we collectively need to do to create that something something mate.

There are no sapphire answers but the quest to find is magnificent in all minds.  Living is, living is...

Lonely or not.