Trapped in Ecstasy

There was a time in my life when all I ever wanted to be was alone. I'd actively seek out ways to find my way away from other people, I never wanted to burden anyone be it with grief or happiness all the time. I spent much of my life alone, I feel at peace with it's embrace.

 

Now that I've been here absolutely alone for so long though I feel the weight of it all coming down on me. My mind seems to be slipping away piece by piece, day by day, memory by memory, leaving me with little more than a will to survive that also appears to be waning.

 

Where do I go from here? What's left that I'm missing? How do I save my own soul when I don't know where I'm going or what I'm saving it for? What would I even do if I did see someone? If they ask who I am, do I even still know that answer?

 

Taken at Quoted Memories.

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