I hate it.

When did I go into the Bermuda Triangle
Without a tour guide?
Leaving the ordinary behind.
Now the extraordinary is 
just the everyday .
I hate it.
The way the day feels.
The way people are like sawdust.
Lifeless and no blood.
No passion just desire.
No love just possessions
I hate it.
The way I feel about myself.
The way I feel about you.
The way it feels when we touch.
Like strangers.
I hate it.