Alone - 1. Chapter 1

Can anyone truly fathom the depths of being alone?

I guess not if you’ve never been in that state before

The seemingly endless days of being by yourself

Trapped in your own small senseless sanity

Has anyone truly been happy alone, I wonder

If I ask a hermit, what do you think he’ll say?

Or would my presence affect him somehow

His monotonous loneliness broken

If people were meant to be together

Why are there people alone?

Me and you, you and me as one

Will this be just thoughts forever?

I believe people can be happy alone

But then there are days when happiness is just an act

You laugh and dance and shout: I’m alive!

Only to be suddenly sucked into emptiness

People alone keep themselves busy

Occupying themselves with needless distractions

And a whole bunch of complete foolishness

But when all’s said and done, they’re all alone