I’m galaxies away from anyone,
even on the busiest of streets.
I revel in the comfort of the stars,
they sleep behind my eyes;
The cold of the darkness
it creeps into my heart;
The dull ache of the void, the empty space,
it seeps through my being.

I may die among the stars,
alone for ever and eternity,
but it’s a fate better than feeling lonely
in a room full of people.