On occasion we like to be alone,
and soak in the comfort
of our own independent existence,
but we just can’t stand
the idea of loneliness,
the harsh cacophony of silence –
bouncing against the hollow walls
of the abyss we voluntarily
stepped into in the first place.
In that darkness
we find ourselves anew,
but like death,
is change not inevitable
when your past is
forgotten,
and your ghost
f  a  d  e  s  
like memories ostracized
in the blackest corners
of our vacant,
unforgiving minds?