Friends lost

i use to think this place
would allow me to
see the friends that i make
vibrate
into something
all i see now is a repeated
dissonance
hurts
but confusion reigns
in on the brain
of the horse
bolting from a paddock
with no master or mare to love
or want
it leads itself to a drink of grass
which is plastic
and no longer
suffices
implanted suffixes hold the majority into illusions
but they are thinking they are theirs
which is wrong
and a "right"
goodnight cruel drink
downed in the twilight time
not realising
is the same as dreaming
forget me not
sweet traveler on
timeless data tide
goodnights are not goodbyes
for i love that you exist