Alone, a perfect word for an imperfect life. A life filled with treasures and toys, yet alone. A life of family and friends, dinners and dances, but still alone. Living in a whirlwind of chores and classes, there’s never time for anyone else. Living in loneliness comes naturally, comes easily. But that’s not a talent anyone desires, nobody’s dream is an empty life. Lives are to be filled with friends, filled with people, filled with love. But constantly chasing after deadlines and due dates gives no time for chasing after dreams. Papers pile higher, the screams of ‘not enough’ get louder, hands hurt from writing, and hearts hurt from longing. Longing for a life that could never be. Not in this world. And knowing that hurts, it hurts so much. Time freezes, vision blurs. The pain has stopped. Concern should be rising, but it’s not. And somehow that’s ok. Everything will be ok now. This means, getting to finally rest. This means, there’s time to chase dreams now. Eyes flutter closed as the final realization hits. What was thought to be “living” felt like an eternal death, so maybe now “real life” begins. But this one won’t be spent alone, that’s a promise.