The Ideal State. Being alone and lonely is not the ideal home for a person to inhabit, but for some people, which is the best home for them to be for them self and the sake of another person.
The presence of your mortality is a constant companion manifesting itself by the beat of your heart that drums in your ear. Muffling techniques are employed, yet your awareness that when you die, there will not be the slightest ruffle to anyone’s life because you have no impact on anyone’s life, replaces the drumming that you hear in your ear.
It is proper to inhabit self-imposed seclusion if the interaction that you have with other people produces undesirable consequences. I dream that my love is near me, and I know her by her name, but for her sake, I keep her only as a fantasy.
Her soft brown eyes and her warm brown skin placate my introverted home, making it easier for me to live in a solitary state. The sound of my pulse beating in my ear is a not so subtle reminder of how close death is.
Being alone and lonely is what I deserve, so there is no complaint in me, and if there were, who cares. Translucent darkness appropriated me by the mind, taking my isolation away.
I appreciate intelligent blackness by the thread of her hair and her light-transmitting smile. I adore Dark Radiance, who has given me a means of escape in my lonesome state.
Being alone and lonely is not the ideal home for a person to inhabit, but for some people, which is the best home for them to be for them self and the sake of another person.