I am not

I am no one to balk at the odds, declare a miracle of unlikely things. I see them every day, I live them, I am an unlikely thing. To find love, or animosity, or anguish, or any strong emotion across the cold void is not so much remarkable as inevitable, as I see it. We crave it, we hunt it and seek it, so why be so surprised when we find it?

I can't focus. I'm disgusted by my lifestyle.