Crush

My over-powering energy, lost at direction, is slowly crushing down into pieces the shallow relationships i have with the few which i treasure. this energy, like that of the sun, never-ending, in a fussion, threatening to takeaway everything with it into a burning hell of nothing and nothing and nothing. so i deprived myself of the joy and love and sweetness of companionship, and in doing so, crushing it even more until nothing is left but a shattering emptiness. it's not that i don't feel, i feel too much. it's not the i am not patient, but time goes by too slowly for me. and what of a future?

what is it that always i am waiting?