My problem

You know what my problem is? I wrote this blog as if I was talking to somebody, when really no one is there. Even if you read this you are not here. You are there. You are living whatever your life is where ever you are living it and maybe, if I'm  lucky, my words have meant some small something in it.
But no.
My problem is I write these words in hopes that someday, I can be writing to no one but myself and I can be happy, even though I already am. You follow?
My problem is I hear the end of a song and think it is the beginning of one.
My problem is my phone is heavy while I write these words and my heart is also. And I am alone. I am always alone.
-k.p.