Loneliness can either cure or kill a man.
It’s the most dangerous thing I’ve ever been fortunate enough to face. Loneliness. The power to drive the sane, insane. She works slowly, at the tips of your fingers. Making them cold. She travels up your arm, through your ears, and captivates your mind. You speak to her, because she’s all you have. She responds as always.
You hear what you want to hear from her. Your best friend she tells you all the things you want to hear.
After she’s got your mind, she wants more. So she travels down, into your blood stream. To the heart she goes.
You start to crave her. You want to be alone. You want to be with just her. You force your way through your day to be with her. You want her more than actual people. Loneliness. She comforts you, she’s there as long as you want her to be there. And she thrives off it. While you think you’re in control of her presence, she controls you baby. You need her. You can’t break out of it, being alone is the part of the day you wish for most.
If you want to be a slave to your loneliness then by all means, rule your kingdom and long may you reign.
Loneliness. It can either kill or cure a man.