Dear unknown
Sometimes I like to be alone maybe to watch the sky at night or read a good book. Being alone has nothing to do with being lonely. It seems that I'm trying too hard to not be lonely. I sit in a silent room and in this silent room I think that in time I will be left lonely. I think that my world will consist of only the words in my mind. Why is it that I believe that seeing fireworks will change everything and that maybe I won't be lonely . Why is it that I cry at the thought of my world being more dark than it already is? Why is it my tears come out dry and i feel nothing?
Mae,
