other people are the key to my own happiness. i can call that vexing and complain about it, but no amount of laboured breath changes that fact. being around others makes me content. listening to others ramble about silly things makes me happy. even rotting behind my screens is enjoyable in the company of others. ah, i am alone again. the shadows are creeping once more.

i wish "i miss you" wasn't so poisonous of a sentence. the more i clutch onto people the more they recoil.

erstwhile heroic,
expected stoic.
solitude chronic,
your presence,
a tonic.