isopod is lonely

My stomach growls, while my skin itches, as my nail is being clipped further than the edge

My tongue searches for another voice that speaks the same language as it does, and perhaps I've become mute now as my words have gotten shorter while the days are stretching longer

And I haven't got a clue where I can look for it, I need to soothe it quickly now or can someone else do something about it

Are you looking for me too, do you wonder what time of day it will be when we've closed the distance of our mutual despair or does everything I feel will just lead back to myself?

Sit beside the empty seat I've left for you, I'll dust the dirt off the surface using my sleeve

I hope that you come to me soon now, I'll tell you that I understand what took you so long as you finally sit beside the chair I've reserved, enter the door I've left open, and warm my hands that have been cold for you