I hate being alone.
It frightens me.

In the middle of the night.
When the cold, undisturbed air
Glides over my
Exposed skin.

Oh, the thoughts I have.
Twisted.
Dark.
Ugly.
A whirlwind of
Insanity.

I can't be alone.
With my my thoughts.
It terrifies me.

Blinking, slow.
Eyes half closed.

Staring at the holy light.
My mind battles.
With emotions
I cannot name.

...

In the morning,
Daydreams I cannot
Speak of
Haunt me.
Throughout the day.

So, I imagine
That I am a brave soul.
And, happily,
Be on my way.