In the dark in which we sit and start to hammer on the keyboards to pour our souls into the vast black hole called the internet, we are alone.
We are alone always, in our minds and in death.
No one can ever be in our minds, nor can anyone or anything come with us through death into the afterlife, if there is one at all.
Man has company so he would feel what it is like to be alone.
It is the feeling of companionship that makes him yearn for more.
More love, more promises, more commitment. Stones to tie you down.
Promise you won’t leave me, promise you’ll stay, promise you’ll do this and do that… In the end the only one you can trust on is yourself. And therefore you will always, be alone.