Swimming With Dolphins

First off, I'd like to say that this isn't anything about love.

I, for an embarrassed extremist that unfortunately goes by the means of negligence,

have came along way since the beginnings of 2006. I have gone through the daunting walks

of being alone and the reward at the end is something neither satisfying nor grueling.

I am, completely unaware of the methods of how to gather this feeling;

I have been made into a terribly inscrutable and insipid person- lacking of colour and spark.

I feel a wave of emptiness: not self esteem, nor happiness, nor love, but the bonds between two friends triggered this hold up in the ''feelings'' compartment of the cramped areas in my heart.

This is poetically pathetic.