Alone

I am good at being alone.

I know what to do, in order to calm the storm 

When the noise in my head grows louder than the voices in front of me.

I am a painter and I am a writer.

I am in love, but falling in love is so alone

The head and the heart are at tug of war

How can one body pull itself apart?

Disconnected from yourself, disconnected from reality

I am not staring at the world, it is staring at me - No into me.

I am good at being alone but not when that turns into loneliness 

Loneliness is not a brutal force swinging with all its might.

Loneliness is the gentle whisper that flows through you.

Loneliness is the quiet storm, the gloomy cloud above your head.

Loneliness is the duct tape covering your mouth.

Loneliness is invisible so that you don't see it coming, until it is there. 

Loneliness is the silent suffering.

Loneliness is

Loneliness is 

Loneliness is 

Endless.

When the noise in my head grows louder than the voices in front of me.

I know what to do, in order to calm the storm.

I am good at being alone.