alone. (a philosophy)
Do you ever feel alone? So alone that even when there's someone in the next room you feel like they're miles away? That there's no way you can get to them, because they'd just never understand? Or maybe we only know the feeling of being alone, because we know what it feels like to have company... but to someone who's always been alone, does it have that familiar prickle of loneliness that is accompanied with an empty house, or a walk through the woods by yourself? What is it that makes us feel alone? If we had never known anything but loneliness, would we still be alone? Would our thoughts be enough? Or would we go completely insane and talk to ourselves.. (which I often do)? Does that define loneliness, or is that something else entirely? How do we know that we're alive if we live alone? Is living alone even living at all?