Being lonely and being alone aren’t the same thing. I just happen to be both.
Yesterday, my cellphone fell from my hand and into a drainage grate.
This morning, I found it besides me on my bed, all clean and functional with a single message typed on it that read “You’re welcome”.
As I stepped into my empty apartment, I notice an eye peeking at me from the whole on my bedroom wall.
As I got into my bedroom, it was empty with the window open. Immediately, I heard the door outside and, peeking out of the wall hole, I saw myself…stepping into the apartment and noticing me…
I gripped at my heart, where the bullet had passed through, as if I could undo the action and survive once more.
But I couldn’t, so I thought of Her as I died alone.
“I have worth,” he screamed. Came back: naught but a cold wind, and the echo of his loneliness.
I’m sitting alone in the basement. This is getting ridiculous.