Maybe we’re all lost. Maybe we’re not meant to fine that “inner voice” in us. Maybe we’re bound to walk on this Earth, sad and hopeless. Maybe we’re trying to kid ourselves into thinking that we’re fine, when really, the pain is there, all raw and killing you slowly, but somehow the pain is buried deep. Buried so deep that you think it’s gone, but it isn’t. Only for it to be unearthed once you’re alone and quiet. And the pain comes back to haunt you.
And then you cry yourself to sleep, thinking you’re all alone in this world. Well, you are alone, but you’re not alone in being alone. If that’s a source of comfort.
