I walk in my room and my fan continues blowing normally, everything as it should be Patches proceeds to bathe herself my light continues to shine My wall continues be a wall.

Far away gloom rise and it slumps me over little by tiny.

Moving over to my pantry, my fingers move the ramen packets picking which one I want i move it to the stove.

When I am done I use strength I have to pick my food and set it at the table. I'm scrolling through my phone, I spot companionships and couples; as well as friendships.

What's it like having someone to talk to?