None but my own, can condone, what it is to be alone, for being alone, is to each their own, to be alone does not mean you give up everything, but rather you hide from your own being, being alone is just a thought, just as fear can be fought, so can being alone, but it is a battle with a rather sorrow tone, the battle is long and corroding, slowly eroding at my own, but I ask my self time and time, a question from the deepest part of my inner mind, Am I Alone?