That moment when I turn the light for the night. It's quiet. Not quite sedated. And I'm alone. Again. The silence of this empty house screams in my heart: empty bed, empty house, empty heart.
I'm hit again.
Born. Alone.
Scared. Alone.
Cry. Alone.
Grow. Alone.
Learn. Alone.
Figure it out. Alone.
Strong. Alone.
Smile. Alone.
Suffer. Alone.
Walk. Alone.
Sleep. Alone.
Strangely, after a lifetime of practice, I'm still not good at being alone.
The lights are out again, only this time, years and miles later. Alone.
I'm hit again.
Born. Alone.
Scared. Alone.
Cry. Alone.
Grow. Alone.
Learn. Alone.
Figure it out. Alone.
Strong. Alone.
Smile. Alone.
Suffer. Alone.
Walk. Alone.
Sleep. Alone.
Strangely, after a lifetime of practice, I'm still not good at being alone.
The lights are out again, only this time, years and miles later. Alone.
