Alone

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view. 

-Edgar Allen Poe

God

Loneliness is when I become a God.

Alice

This doesn't really hold a video, but this song lets me relax. It has me think some strange things.
"You must go there alone."
It could be a little sad.

Lyrics here.

Alive.........?

Everyone is connected, and yet no one is connected. People just like you wake up every morning, go to sleep every night. They pass you by, stop by you, pass by you. But you are infinitely alone in your mind. Even when there are people by your side, your heart slowly creaks, whirs down, cracks, and shatters into pieces, weighed with thoughts and feelings you could never share. The wishes never granted lie in the deepest part of yourself, a part that might be an ironic truth or lie. They fade as you walk in the day and on and on. And on and on. and on and on. And once you remember them, a kind of realization comes. What truly matters? The things you do everyday suddenly lose their purpose when your breath comes up short. And yet I keep on living...why? Why do I keep on living without any real purpose? And yet am I even really alive when I haven't lived yet? The future is always unreachable. Is all we have is each other? Is that really true? Don't I have myself? Is my identity disappeared if I am away from other people? Who am I really? Truthfully? A human? A daughter? A girl? A person? A sister? Alive?

Head-Ache Day

Ah, a headache day. Simply getting along with other people can be difficult, can't it? Sometimes I even think it would be easier if I was some kind of anti-social hermit, living in the untouched lush mountains far, far away. I would hate the spiders, though.

Alone Butterfly

And I notice their sleep is more important than my pain....

Alone

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