Loneliness. It's what I feel as I start to rise from the dark corner. Tears dried on my cheeks while I breath heavily. The memory is fresh and it's almost triggering fresh salty tears. I try to push the memory away but I can't. I struggle to my feet grabbing the tiny table in the middle of the room for support. The room is dimly lit by a flickering light threatening to go out. Moon light shines through the small window and stars dot the sky like little lights. I try to tell myself it's okay and I'm alright. But that's not true. I will never be okay again.
