A/N: this one isnt mine, but still let me know what you think
Alone with my thoughts.
Secluded in a vast sea of loneliness, and I am but a single drop.
An insignificant speckle of emotion.
So come... Come drink of the brine.
Have enjoyment, though I wallow alone.
For loneliness bares no company in the eyes of a visitor.
It holds no refuge in the arms of an enemy.
And bares no witness to the shame which I call myself…
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Argumentative, whilst my emotions swell with the fabric of my being.
My friend sorrow joins me for another visit.
And while we dance in the river of madness I have created.
I ponder.
Was it my very madness which has bought me to rejoice with my sorrow…
Or was it the very river that sorrow madly loved?
