I wonder if I'm really still alone or not. Hours and hours just here by myself without anyone else.

Its debilitating.

I think. I really could use somebody.

You know what I mean?

If only to ease the loneliness.

Then when one of you comes in its like a ray of light. Blowing away the clouds of gloom, like that electric guitar chord crashing through the silence of the break. Refreshing intensity. And I grab hold of it with all that I am and don't want to let go. Cause every single time its just me and the silence again. And the silence just grows louder and louder.

The keys on the laptop, I can hear them at times like this. I type in a rhythm, a set rhythm, so that in the end it sounds perfectly normal. Not like what it is, disjointed spurts of hopeful inspiration desperately trying to break the monotony of insanity. Silent discordant insanity.

There is light, but it is dark. I have the world at my fingertips, but not the people I want.

What use is hours and hours of humour, videos and inspiration. If you have not a single person to talk to.

You can gaze upon the universe in all of its fullness. Own everything, experience wealth, power, fame, and glory. Whats the point if you have to face all of that alone.

It isn't worth anything.

And thats why when I sit here all by myself, its just sobering.

12 word story attempt:

A lone scream shatters the solace of the night. Run my dearest.