I’m not used to living a life of solitude.
I have always had someone around.

I find myself in a very critical time.
Thoughts dictate my mood for the day and i just play along.

I don’t know how to be in control.
Many would think it’s wrong, but only those who have walked in my shoes know that I don’t get to choose.
It’s too quiet, the only thing I hear is memories over playing in my head.
I hallucinate out of loneliness and see the people and the past, at least in those moments once lived, I find company once more.

They say there’s a difference between being lonely and being alone.
I have experienced them both and the feeling is no different.
Before I would resort to tears but my soul has run dry.
 I have learnt to suffer in silence.

Mamokele Rapotu.