Solo

Is it human nature to be unconsolably sad?

Or is this what it means to be, “Depressed”?

To find comfort in vices

Does anyone not have one of those?

Alcohol

Exercise

Manipulation

Diet

Sex

The world is different around those who travel alone

There are more windows of exposure to the soul

Lost deep in thought 

Feelings of disparity and lonliness

The deep, existential, sense of being lost

Waking up and not knowing where you are

Where you ever were

Where you’ll be next

So we find one or two comforts

One or two vices

And we tell ourselves it’s only one or two 

But

It’s never that simple

It’s never so easy

It’s never really any-fucking-thing

Because you can’t make a life

When you don’t have 

A home