Is loneliness a burdening curse,
Or is it a quiet path to freedom?
Is it a peek at what is, come death,
Or just watching statues walk?
It's the truth. It's unforgettable, undeniable, and untouchable by words of accompaniment or distrust.
No matter what it may be, it makes me want to never see it again, or fully disappear, instead of being half present in the world.