The dark, quiet void.
Drifting alone with no peers.
Silence shrouds your thoughts.


We all have our voids.
Others have it dark, or bright.
Based by surrounding.


Time finds company.
Traveling seems much more warm.
We have, to each's own.


However, I don't.
Feels a hand, but sees nothing.
It wasn't always.


I look to my right,
A washed out smile, and cold touch.
Seems invisible.


For I'm not alone,
I'm not alone physically.
Emotionally.