Loneliness has become my friend. No longer running. No longer denying. I’ve given it a name.
Charlie.
They told me to outline a plan. To construct a survival guide.
But what to outline? The spider web of emotions splattered against the walls of my heart like paintball explosions.
It is overwhelming to be surrounded by people. People that are ignorant of the noise within my mind. People that don’t understand the language of my mind.
The language of our minds describe concepts. Describe emotions. Describe ways of being that I once assumed were universal.
It is overwhelming to be bored every day. People that only know tired or lazy. I am not tired or lazy. I am bored.
The gap of concept. The gap of emotion. The gap between mind and heart.
Charlie.
