Loneliness defined from my own experience:
A feeling so dark, it is like feeling trapped in a box.
This box, is then dropped – in the deepest abyss –
On the far corner of the ocean, while everyone is living life on land, experiencing parties, relaxing for the next day, or accompanied by loved one(s);
I am fighting while drowning.
It is no longer a scrapple with a mental disorder or illness. It is a literal philosophical and cognitive journey of pure solipsism, and scariness.
Pure loneliness.
A touch of holiness…
Sea animals of all kinds, see through this clear box, and entertain me for a while, before swimming along, and going back to their aquatic life.
I am balled up, and stuffed in this box.
I fight and stretch my arms, hoping to break lose.
Using optimism, hope, and my heart…
But this is a deep and serious dilemma.
I am starting to enjoy this loneliness.
This unhealthy dosage of being only understood by just myself.
What use is it anyway, hypothetically, if I do break loose, who will love and care about me on land?
In the way that I demand.
I do not want to be a burden.
This loneliness is my difficulty alone.
Complex in nature.
I make peace with the abyss, until I have outgrown my own tricks.
