I travel alone

[indelible_scars]

I used to be a sympathetic person.
I used to be proud of myself.
I used to need people.

To always get desperate when I was alone.
...
I'm not myself anymore.
I feel afraid of this.
I think I've lost something precious. Maybe more than one thing.
Please, return to me, precious things.

As hope always remains, I know this.
But you can't live just with it.