I'm not lonely- just alone. Confined to the internal space that runs the inner-workings of thought and the psychosis I call Kelley.
It feels wonderful to be trapped within myself. I've spent so much of these last two weeks outwardly focused, attempting to exaggerate the extrovert within, that I haven't stopped to look at me, what I need, what I'm feeling.
Numb. Physically kinetic, but definitely numb.
I would like nothing better than to go walk the beach at this moment, just talking aloud to no one in particular. I suppose this holds the same sort of appeal, yet keeps me locked up in one space for any given amount of time.
Hmm.
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