Loneliness in FakeReal Life

When I face the stairs—the forward path telling me to go somewhere, I realize

I don’t care. I just don’t care.

What is love? What are friends? What is real life?

I’m not sure, not even sure if that stuff exists anywhere.

I’m alone, I know, but this feeling is more, much more than

Simply “life’s not fair.”

What’s out there?

Ghosts and Monsters?
Happiness and love?
Betrayal? Stories? Atrocity? Mankind? Genocide?

Or maybe

Just more loneliness on a silver note.

A note that does not belong to any of us.

Is it even real?
You don’t know, either, do you?