I am here, in silence,
I am there, alone.
There is no company in between time frames.
Loneliness creates its own memories,
and all are dark and injected with painful aesthetic.

Emotion will do as it pleases, and very few feel how deep it goes.
And so it goes,
I sit here,
My mind is there,
and the thought is the same no matter where I sit.
Sad and lonely,
Alone and okay.
There is no explanation for this, just experience,
And even this is no true explanation for a feeling so comforting and sad.

It just is.