Lost Throughts With Loose Ends

We sleep surrounded by static,
trying to make it through.
At the end of the day all I have
are my vices and someone I don't
recognize staring at me.
For all it's worth at least nihilism
isn't boring,
then again it's not much of a life either.
With each day that passes it hurts
less but I miss you more.
I still think of everything,
and I still feel the same.
With each day that passes
I feel I'm loosing a little piece
of my humanity.
Disconnect.
Emergency Exit.
Fortress of Solitude.
I'm waiting for the day
that no one will be able
to rip me to shreds;
to dismantle this atomic bomb.
Perhaps I'm being punished,
cosmically,
or perhaps shit just happens
and I expect too much from life,
from people.
I have to get up and keep going.
Life is just trial and error.
Wisdom doesn't come with age.
All age brings is the unwillingness
to be vulnerable,
we no longer put ourselves out there.
We say, fuck it.
Like a bigot set in his ways.
Consider these lost thoughts with loose ends.