Personification of loneliness

And for once I desire to feel like a normal human being does. Social media have conditioned our minds to think that what we see online is real. But it’s not. Or maybe it is, well, I don’t know. At this point in my life I hardly know anything. The fine line of differentiation between good and evil vanished for me a long time ago.

I start a sentence and I lose track of what I want to say. When the night falls upon the horizon, I read, and by the time I reach the next line, my brain fails to process what I read a few seconds ago. For once, I was in love. It felt special, and now I can hardly tell what it felt like to be loved. Gloomy and melancholic, it was but with time, my head sought other things to be sad about. Which draws my attention to another tenant in my head, Mr. Lemme-drive-ya-crazy Loneliness. It knows everything about me. That's a reckless thing, isn't it?

Loneliness at times is like an untamed animal, even a glance is sufficient for it to unleash the savagery it possesses. Just one peculiar thought rips my heart out and leaves me stranded. It hurts like hell but no longer drives me insane like it did when I first came face to face with loneliness. My heart no longer pounds and I don't go asthmatically breathless. Yes, we have issues, but our compatibility got better with time. I'm getting better with this faceless creature called loneliness and I hope its solitude will enlighten me to feel like a human again. // Rawwn