just read this.

sitting here alone again,
with no one to talk to,
no one to confide in,
only my yellow notebook;
i write of the dreams sent to me,
by a green leaf i spend most of my time with,
the hope,
uplifted;
enlightened,
the moon shifting around outside my window,
keeping me company,
illuminating my page,
so i can write,
write,
write of being so so alone.