Tell me what?

The feelings of words verses missing its meaning at times when what's real becomes another moment of lost lingering into its misery where nothing seems like anything but an atom...lost again 
No one knew his table where he sit or stand waiting for you 
And you speak to yourself looking asking for help but it's good knowing there is something someone there somewhere....may the good of God in faith get you there as a drop to a cry silently run upon your cheeks following you as a need an emotion of existence and experience 
The you gently realize who were standing next to you as your emotions and impositions send you into the existence of your Soul back to the beginning knowing nothing matters control becomes again your silence never ending to a recycling back to the start the beginning calling it another day ....
No one showed up as intended 
For it was the end 
No open doors yet the open windows became a moment wondering into questions 
They look at me and laugh ...enjoying my insanity ....the whisper 
Can it end now ...?
He walked waited to waiting in all disciplines left desiring nothing...watch me dance
No rhythm left I will leave soon