You know that feeling of loneliness? It’s the one that knocks on your consciousness quietly at first before it becomes impatient and rattles the walls. Then, your mind gives in to the banging of a feeling that demands to be heard.
Giving in feeds it. Giving in with the quiet creates a pool of dread in the pit of your being. So, you throw yourself too quickly into the sound of too many and it burns you and causes you to recoil.
Sitting with you is nice. Sitting with you is always nice. Even if we’re only connected by the glows of screens and waves in the air.