I wish I knew how this felt...

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"...it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We've got each other and that's a lot, for love,
We'll give it a shot."

The return is hardly triumphant. I find myself with no one to talk to. Ironic, given the date.

It's all falling apart. The days, the daze. Nothing makes sense, it's like running in place. Chasing the horizon on a treadmill. Except I'd be a lot thinner.

To experience true loneliness is something no one should ever undergo. Darkness, thick like a blanket, pervades the soul. Sense turns senseless, and the mind is with fear. Thoughts struggle to form, and words struggle to flow. Thick, like snakes coiled around each other, they writhe, sticking to the roof of the mouth and the mind, reluctant to morph into shapes more recognizable.

I. A single character, alone. Surrounded by space and a period.

The experiences over the last few weeks have been varied. Tri-state all-night drives. Rendezvous in distant places. Wake-up calls, both literal and metaphorical. A sense of impending doom. Hilarious laughter. Wracking sobs.

The hardest thing you can do is make people believe. To believe in you. To believe in themselves. To believe in the truth.

"...And I wish you could know how it is to be me
Then you'd see and agree that every man should be free."