just thinking

I don't even know why I am writing the blog. There are no responses. The same is about face book or even e-mail. What is a use of writing if there are no responses? I feel like giving up the whole digital connections. It is bad enough to live alone and aging without stop. There are no one interested. I assume that at my age I don't fit into current societies life style and conversation themes. Sad. I just got a new poetry book published  well knowing that there hardly be anyone buying it. So I do give most away. The reason  - it might make receivers pay a little thought why I wrote it. It is one way of trying to understand who I am? I do feel like I don't belong anywhere. Am I talking a different language - I thought my English was short enough to illustrate my feelings and happenings in my soul that might find some friends with similar thoughts and doubts about LIFE. I think I am pretty well at peace in my soul, just missing friends who might like to question what made me think what I wrote about.
I guess I am kidding myself again - there wont be any response to this piece. Just makes me go deeper thinking why people are so floating on Life's surface?
Is that why we live for?
A new thing for me to think and learn to accept to let it be.
Be  - for what or who?...