I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.
There I was cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn't have.
A solution. A remedy. Anything.
The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he grows lonely or bored.
Criss Jami, Killosophy
Sometimes life is too hard to be alone, and sometimes life is too good to be alone.