Missing love and security, thinking of E.
Even if I did not receive it there.

Becoming tired and disengaged

Life is engagement. That is why it is often easier to stay in a terrible relationship than to be alone.

Being shot

Come to my well, desperate I lie there.
Here is the well, and there is the house around it.

For as no heart is looking after you.

This economic system. It almost becomes likeable to me as a bad idea.

I sting in the wet wood and try to make a burning.

But what if you want to make this attempt, to bring this world into the here, but the particular depends on the fact that it is supported, or recognized, by another person? So, you want to create a positive moment on the street, or with a person in a stairwell, but that person thinks you are a lunatic, or just ignores you, or, in the worst case, translates the moment into an eternal failure?

Tthis is probably the difficulty that all of us humans face, and one that, admittedky, I don’t deal well with.