Loneliness
Part 1
We are all accompanied into loneliness
Two enter a cell,
of who's door is locked for indeterminable amounts of time.
Brought facing a great adversary.
A form of oneself which has no age, no knowledge, no wisdom,
no fear, no regret.
A unison greeting, of forced handshakes.
No friendship can be born, no love kindled.
No hate sown, no fear grown.
When we are left to ourselves, we face ourselves.
Part 2
Great familiarity with ones emotions begets either a union symphony, or a deadly revelation.
Man, writing that felt bad because I was interrupted so many times during the composition and I couldn't get the feel of the concept I had this morning. Hopefully I can give my next attempts greater justice by producing them as they come.
Urp, this doesn't feel justified.
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