the ground beneath me shook as i stood with my solitude.
it has never been a friend,
even more so not a companion.
it's a ghost that lingered on by me.
in my waking hours it sees right through me.
glassy eyes and hollowed cheeks,
its form stands idly by watching me.
on certain nights it held out its hands for me,
and we danced away till the morning light came.
it knows its boundaries,
it wont go off too far.
sometimes, the air would be buzzing
and its presence is nowhere to be found.
those days i sit in roaring silence,
battling tormented fugitives
till i can't even talk.
and when it all died down,
when the gentle hum comes to a stand still,
you'll find yourself in the comfort of its presence again.