The Concept of Being Alone

A warm body against my own under blankets of silk;

Does that make me alone?

Of course. Of course not.

My bed iced over with singularity;

does that make me alone?

Of course. Of course not.

Surrounded by faceless bodies

devoid of depth

devoid of any possibility to fill my void.

Am I alone?

Of course. Of course not.

Constricted by imagined ropes of desolation

coiling around me like a

boa constrictor around a brittle rodent.

I can feel my body's circulating rhythm screeching to a blood curdling

halt.

The pressure is building up;

It's smothering me,

I'm suffocating.

In the face if death

we are all alone.

Right?A warm body against my own under blankets of silk;

Does that make me alone?

Of course. Of course not.

My bed iced over with singularity;

does that make me alone?

Of course. Of course not.

Surrounded by faceless bodies

devoid of depth

devoid of any possibility to fill my void.

Am I alone?

Of course. Of course not.

Constricted by imagined ropes of desolation

coiling around me like a

boa constrictor around a brittle rodent.

I can feel my body's circulating rhythm screeching to a blood curdling

halt.

The pressure is building up;

It's smothering me,

I'm suffocating.

In the face if death

we are all alone.

Right?