my good friend

loniiliness is a good friend of mine. She's been a constant companion all my life. I like the feeling she leaves me with. Its sweet, its gentle its me. I've found that even when I'm with someone I have my little friend with me. I kind of got used to her. She knows me well. Shes never an effort to be around, shes always the same and her and I spend probably the most quality time together out of anyone.

We watch sunsets together, we drift sweetly into the night over a few glasses of wine and a cigarette. We share everything. Theres nothing I can't tell loneliness, nothing I need to hide. I have nothing but love for her now.

Loneliness and I are able to sit for hours in silence, we contemplate together, we dream ourselves away. We plot, we plan, we decay, we regenerate, we talk, we sit, we feel. I love loneliness. She's a soft, soft creature of habit, and understanding. She's a creature of comfort. A creature comfort.

Loneliness is so beautiful. Everytime I feel her next to me she gets even more delectible, she radiates, she beams, she sits perfectly inside me, next to me.

We both love music, we both love silence, we both dream of love together, and in finding love, we both made a pact to never lose each other. Ever.

We like our time together. we like things at the same time, we change with each other. No matter how long since I've seen my beautiful friend, no matter how much I have done or learnt, or discovered, she has done the same. We have read the same pages, loved the same hearts and we are still the same.

Loneliness is a bitch sometimes. Sometimes she hangs around when I don't want her too, but for the most part, i'd rather she was with me... It's better than being alone.