You ever feel alone?
The type of alone that is even present when you’re surrounded by friends and having a good time.
It never really goes away.
There are the random crying fits in all hours of the morning.
You’ll find yourself leaning your head on the steering wheel before driving frantically around a town you know but no longer feel a part of.
There is nothing wrong but everything wrong at the same time.
Alone is being privileged enough to have people that love you and still not knowing how to process it.
You become mechanical by habit; smiling by social cue, shutting down when you’re in the dark.
Alone is laughing while knowing what made you smile will not last forever. It is all encompassing.
It is familiar.