You find yourself alone early in the morning, nobody waked you up.
You go down and sip your dark coffee in your dimly lit kitchen.
Your alone shrouded by the ghost-quiet ambience in your kitchen.
You sleep throughout the day to escape reality and the pain that’s been building up the past few months.
Night arrives and you’re still alone, you dress up and went down stairs ready to leave and be drunk again in a random bar.
You drive to a nearby bar and enter the neon covered building emotionless and somber.
You drink a couple shots, whiskey rum it does not matter, you chug it all down.
You got kicked out of the bar for starting a fight.
Drunk you walked in a tipsy manner towards your car, and sit alone with the ghost-quiet ambience and the smell of depression covering your car seats.
You think about the state your in.
“Am I really free or am I just lonely?”