There’s a big difference between being alone and being lonely. In reality, being alone is quite nice. Reflections. Clarity. Independence. Memories - the good ones, of course.

But being lonely? There’s no one. Reaching out to hands you’ll never grasp. Screaming in a crowd that will never hear you. Running down a street unnoticed. That’s when everything hits the hardest. The monsters at their fiercest. Empty rooms seem the biggest.

Tonight, for the first time in a while, I’m alone, but I don’t feel lonely.

I’m an incredibly lucky human being.

I like this.