Being alone
isn’t just being alone.
It’s being judged.
Why am I alone?
Is there something wrong with me?
Is it a choice?
Why choose solitude?
There are so many people in the world.
Isn’t there one for me?
Why can’t I reach out
and find them?
This dark house
without sound
is so comforting.
Why do I want one person
to make a sound,
one person
to make a difference?
Why can’t I find this person?
the most base of instincts, the search for love.
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