Alone

June 21, 2016

And I'm lost....

Again. But Alone. Good alone.

Darkness brings me happiness. Why. Because I'm alone. I see hurt, you. I like you.

When you hurt. Alone. ALONE. One. Loud music. Loud speaking. In one ear out the other.

The louder it gets the bigger the darkness rises over the crowd, and makes alone. Man is yelling about the enemy.

Alone; the enemy is good. Enemy is friend. Stop. And shut up. Silence... Good. Now look. Alone.

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