I am lonely-I am not alone. We are together.
Pleasure concomitant with pain. Joy and sorrow intertwine on life's verdant tendrils. Ever so black.
Dull ached crouches on my chest. Stupidity a curse. Intelligence a burden. Innocence is bliss.
United in our solitude. Contentedly wasting our lives. I want to exchange my gift.
As balck as my life. As dark as my thread. As strong as concrete. As weak as thought.
I scream so loudly. But I cannot hear myself ...Anymore.
Pain dulls through repetition. Part played incessantly. The same night over the next exact.

To be continued...