Standing alone. Spiralling tentacles reaching out into the ether. Searching, waiting, wishing, trying to fall into the void. Thought vibrations soaring high beyond the throes of calm. Being alone, engulfing blankets of doubt and shame......suffocate. Days alone feeling, touching, blindly stumbling towards the light. Praying alone that darkness and infinate endless space will become my salvation. Take me to the soil in the grand masters crypt to judge and give the day a rose. A rose of goodbye petals.