A moment of solitude. ‘You don’t have to be alone to feel lonely’ is whispered. The dark is trying to channel hatred away from the heart and towards a more deserving being. The hand of sanity loosens it’s grip on hope as the mind touches the void. The loss is mine and mine alone. Driving away all those who try to pull my head back to the surface. It is thus that I find who I am and not who they may want me to be.