Only Human; Only Irrational

As I look skywards for a sign, I notice the sheer helplessness that emerges from the futile attempts to salvage my space and identity. Why do I still look for you in all the wrong places? Why do I cling onto what was never truly mine? Why do I hope against sinking hope for the reinforcement of my deeply held desires? Am I then, only human?

Why am I then, deprived yet blissful? Why does it all seem so easy?
No, I'm so NOT done.