If loneliness was anything, it was faithful.It's not that I like loneliness.If loneliness was anything, it was faithful. by ~kissamekisame
It's more like, I'm accustomed to it.
It welcomes me and wraps me around it's arms.
Saying, "Hello old friend, this is it. This is where you belong."
Although dark and sad, it's warm and cradles me to sleep.
And each time I accept it.
Until night is over. Then daytime picks me up, cleans me up, and makes sure what I had just embraced
I might still feel distant remnants of this smothering darkness, but in the daylight it means nothing.
Until night comes again, it will all repeat once more.
SleepwalkingI sleep so late,Sleepwalking by ~kissamekisame
So very late, that I often wonder why?
Tonight, as I close my eyes shut,
Weak, weary, and tired from working, and planning all day -
It is because I am afraid of my old friends, "sad and lonely" catching up to me, to remind me that although I am very much alive,
I'm not really alive.
I'm walking a vessel with no soul.
I see, but I do not understand
I hear, but I do not listen, and most importantly, I may have emotions but I do not feel.
And that is what being alone at 3am is.