Alone

Floating above the bubble, so called my life.
Reaching for what I cannot touch.
Dreamily gliding across the emptiness of my abyss.
Straining toward it, then falling, falling...
Falling down into the mysterious nothingness, and landing on the surface of vacancy.
Crying into the lonely, drifting place, waiting for the darkness to embrace.
Feeling everything and nothing.
Wishing anything were something.
Aching and lying, I feel like dying, but is there such a thing?