I am a ghost
Normally, I am d'accord with Bukowski on solitude: you get so alone sometimes that it just makes sense.
But sometimes, once in awhile, I regret it when I walk into the atrium of that law school and realize how my family responsibilities have isolated me from my fellow students. There are precious few that I call friends, and even those are often surrounded by so many strangers that I am too daunted to approach.
SOMETIMES with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn’d love;
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love—the pay is certain, one way or another;
(I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return’d;
Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)
Sometimes I remind me of Ellison's Invisible Man.