alone

walking down a darkened street, all alone, all your personal belongings in a bag you carry over your shoulder.. with no one to turn to. life can be so dark, making it feel as if you're truly alone in the world..

the lost soul in limbo.

what's there to do in a time like this? where do you run to? who's there to console you? who understands well enough to understand those who no one understands? these questions run through my mind, because the world can seem like a dark place fill with lonely people.

and it is. but, there's a light, isn't there? one piercing through the black, with infinite clarity and construction, right? the end all of distortion and confusion..

exists. but this is all metaphorical. this is all burrowed in our subconscious, not something that is truly tangible, that you can grab and hope to choke into submission. these are our inner demons.