or is there…

There must be Something Worse than being Alone More painful than Lonely Something other than Death Though I’ve yet to Find it ©2012 jillie Jillterry.com

Means to an end

With old patterns faltering in the wake of time, serving him less and less; desperation creeps, then slowly sets in. Searching for something real to cling to; in a world of illusion and cheap parlor tricks; of which he created and has always dwelled. Better to be an imaginary somebody, than a real no body;