We’re so consumed in loneliness that,
That we’re thirsty for love.
We thrive for love.
But we’re already full,
And in the end we take more than what we can give.
We end up throwing up everything.
Then the hunger consumes us, as loneliness was the only fuel that kept our engines running.
Now it’s all gone. Slowly we run on fumes waiting for a miracle to happen.