the act of being alone the act of being a lone person without others nearby
the act of being depressed d e p r e s s e d it's crawling and then running and then my skull is split on paper and the blood is ink and people are dipping their quills in it as if my body is not there and there is not a casket big enough to hold everything i have touched and created and not a scroll long enough to encompass all that i have destroyed