Who am I in the stillness, when things get quiet. With nothing to divert to. When it's only me, and I, in the empty spaces. The personas, dropped. I find myself reaching. For something, anything. I can't bear to be alone. I'm addicted to distractions. The sober silence scares me. Who am I in the stillness?
Am i just so empty? grasping at anything to feel full. Am I afraid of who I've become?