
I woke up this morning wondering if loneliness is good or bad. like things come with a goddam label. As if the existencial crisis could be measured.
solitude licks your bones like a stray dog, bites you do´nt pet it, saves you if you understand it.
I´ve seen friends drink themselves to vomiting because of loneliness, because they couldn´t stand one night alone, I´ve seen women cry because they couldn´t bear their own voice.
but l´ve also seen guys in filthy apartments smoking their last cigarette and smiling like hell was a private club and they had a lifetime membership.
solitude isn´t good or bad it just is. like cancer, like cheap beer, like the sad women at 4.A.M.
It´s the mirror where you see the monster, and angel you forgot you had.
so next time solitude hurts, kiss it on the mouth, buy it a drink, and tell it tonight you´re gonna dance with it until your goddamn feet bleed.
About the Creator
Javier
My name is Javier, and I find inspiration in every story people share with me. From their words, poems and tales are born, written with passion,



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