they say when you are alone its better because nobody knows you. when no one's your friend, it's better because nobody leaves you. But i hear voices and i see colours. and i wish i didn't feel anything. that it might be easy for me, like it is for you. why is it always them and not me that finds it easy? If so, why do we yearn for company when we are perfectly fine alone, empowering them with the ability to hurt us? why do we lower ourselves to a position of emotional vulnerability where a word can shatter our very soul? in the bitter watches of the night, when the silence is deafening and the darkness complete, you find youself reaching out involuntarily to something, someone. but to whom, to what? why do you even reach out in the first place? who or what has ever answered your call of distress? haven't you always faced your nightmares alone with only the silence ever witnessing the whisperings of your tears. then why the desire, the need, still festers after all these time? i guess solitude is the profoundest fact of human condition because man are the only beings who knows he is alone. but why, why must you feel this way?

The shifting sands of love, like death, send you to a place of pleasure and pain. Fight on, save your soul from eternal torment.

dont.