Being alone is different from feeling alone.

To be alone is sometimes comforting,
it allows us to feel ones mass within a volume of the space we stand in.
We are free from being our realest self,
To be comfortable in our own thoughts of any kind.
It can some times bring us to another perspective,
Almost like seeing one self in a frosted mirror.

Feeling alone almost seems that our thoughts are becoming reality.
Everything is proving our thoughts to be true.
It feels like a huge cavity in the middle of the core sinking into it's self,
It's too alone.
Our thoughts escape us and get lost within that volume of space,
No where near to an exit sign.

Until there is a light creaking through the window shades.
The sun rises slowly,
Makes it easier to navigate through the fog,
To find a wall,
Supporting enough to help find the door.

-Unfinished