It's like sitting in your room late at night--
a comfortable, accepting, gentle place but there's no one there but you. Only you
sitting alone in the dark. It's not frightening, there aren't any nightmares;
you're listening to one of your favorite songs, but you can't pay attention to it.
It's background noise and your headphones don't catch it in time
from the verge of
being swallowed by something way louder.
You notice more of everything. It's 3AM and
you're wide awake, staring into the dark, pupils blown as wide as the ocean of
calm around you.
The darkness is allaying in a strange sort of way; lifeless and fuzzy, but
somehow warm. You can smile without it reaching your eyes.
But this time, there's no one there to be unable to realize it like usual.
So, unlike all the other times, in public, with friends, whatever--
The darkness knows.
That's the loneliness.
That's what being pessimistic is like.