When you feel alone, where do you go? You’re not happy, so there is no paradise in which they speak of. No bliss beyond the fog. Just that empty aching feeling. Will you just listen? Listen to the silence, the silence of no words to be said. These thoughts keep screaming in my head. They tell me to be grateful, to appreciate the life I live. It’s so hard to appreciate something when you feel undervalued. When your emotions just seem to anger or annoy your whole world, or at the very least the small island on which you live. You see the sun but it’s too far away to really feel it’s warmth. You keep swimming towards it hoping not to sink before you can reach it.