Tell me what?

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 

Then 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
as 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...