I feel alone sometimes; Even in the midst of all the chaos. The hustle and bustle of the world carrying on around me. It is so busy, yet I move so slowly. Isolated from it all. As if watching it from afar; not a part of it; but apart from it. The loneliness Leeds to sorrow and it engulfs me, Draping me with its darkness and solidarity. At times, I feel I can’t pull myself out of it and that it will consume me. That’s when I ask... “Please?” I say, “Come sit with me, talk to me, just be with me?” Anything” I plead. They seldom do; And so, I go on; Feeling alone sometimes.