Of Solitude and Such.

I love being alone. I like to be myself amongst the madness and the maddening. I cherish my solitude.

There have been times recently when I felt it's cold fingers creeping into me like a chill, clutching my heart and gut, wrenching till I felt hard painful knots forming deep in my throat.

I feel like I'm slipping into a dark void, a supermassive black hole.

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Am I a lonely being or a being who is lonely?