Days and nights kept rolling away with the endurance of my soul. I felt alone. As I was. That's the terrible truth I always was scared to confront myself through. It wasn't so harsh but it was so disturbing. Loneliness can't just be real unless you have lost yourself.
Loneliness wasn't empty, it was filled with darkest emotions and undetermined truths. I was just not firm to accept it the way it was. But how long could you resist the facts sliding through your eye sight?
Well. You get used to it someday. Somehow. And somewhere. It has to be your place. If not, who else would it belong to? You can rent your emotions but still it always had been just yours. No matter how far it has gone. But it has to be concealed right at the place you survived the scars of past. Loneliness isn't a curse. It's an acceptance of self. And that makes you most edible for the feelings you are yet to experience ahead.
Loneliness is complete. If you can't be completed by yourself. You can never find that piece in someone who has never carried away a part of you. You can only be there when you are completed by your own. Rest is just a fractional durability of destiny and relationships. But rest assured, you always end up with yourself.
That's where you live. That's where you hide.