Solo

I wrote this a few weeks ago. Uncertain of many things, I decided that loneliness, after all, wasn't that big of a bitch.

"The day that I had encountered loneliness was, ironically, the day that I had felt I was in best company. It might had a little bit of a flavor, the savourish smell, and the texture of ripe fruit. I could never understand how we interacted with one another as human beings, but I certainly knew that we needed one another. I feared the day no one would ever be around me, but I also feared those days where the impact of socialism would emerge into an agoraphobic moment. An emesis of emotions bouncing off the walls that could have not contained themselves if I would have never learned how to cry and how to sob until it hurt".