That feeling of solitude. The recognition of your lone self, separate to the world. The enclosed atmosphere that encompasses everything you are, where thoughts roam sometimes gently sometimes wildly. And when you focus on that space, when you withdraw from the present environment, into the depths of your being, you see the world as it truly is, rather than what it seems to be. You see it as a place filled with people just like yourself, going through similar things and thinking and feeling just like you do. When you realise you have all the people around you, and yet still you have no one. Nothing can change the fact that we are all alone, very alone. Alone in our minds. That one place only you can enter, the place you constantly try to run from. The silence of that place is so overbearing that we strive to find a noise to fill it, the noise we find in people.
I have that feeling. That feeling of solitude.
Except that I don't run from it.
I explore it.
Some people don't understand the concept of someone's mind when they're at their worst in life. Others grasp the pain these people are in.
I am one of those people whom grasp it but also experience it, long term. I am Harper, and I happen to be a young adult suffer many mental illnesses. As I stay in this asylum, I experience not only suffering but love, bravery and paranormal activity. All while locked in a celled room and forced to collaborate with some of the best and worst people I could meet in my 23 years of life.
But this asylum holds more secrets than it does people. I find this all out while falling in love with someone I never thought I could.
Andy.
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