Is anyone ever not alone? Is somebody always lonely? The answer is a varied objective. Sometimes I'm alone, sometimes I'm lonely. Tonight, I'm both.
It's a weird feeling reminding you you've met before but you chose not to remember, as if you were not conscious enough at the time. And you know you've seen the face of nobody before but you can't really recall the identity, or rather the unidentified.
And it strikes you when you've realized nobody has been waiting for you, anywhere, ever? Nobody has been waiting for you to clean so you can cook. Nobody has been waiting for you to cook so you can eat. Nobody has been waiting for you to eat so you can go for a walk. Nobody has been waiting for you to come home. Nobody has been waiting for you to take a bath. Nobody has been waiting for you in bed. But somebody has been waiting. Yourself.
