Me, a writer

I’m bored as hell
So here I am pretending to be some sort of artist
Truth is I’m lonely
But I don’t wanna say it just like that
I wanna say it in a pseudo intellectual way that shows how deep I am. Truth is I’m not so deep or different or closer to the truth than anyone.
I’m lonely and that has nothing to do with being special
I’m lonely inside as well as out
I wish I wasn’t
I wish I wouldn’t have to be here pretending to be a writer
Coz I’m not
I’m just a guy
A lonely guy
A human being as well as you other 6 billions are.
I have more questions than answers
I know less and less everyday.
Words, words, words.
We spend an awful lot of time speaking
Yet we rarely say something
Funny, isn’t it?