Loneliness.

It's why we spend our entire lives searching. Seeking, something. Perhaps someone. It's why we make a lot of the decisions we do. It's why many of us are willing to compromise ourselves, our dreams, our hopes.

It's walking everywhere in a dark, thick, fog. You can see shapes and hear voices, but everything remains a blur. It's feeling the bitter, cold sting of winter's fallen temperatures. It's seeing beauty, and no longer being able to enjoy it. It's lowered heads and sunken hearts, feet dragging and arms hanging. It's wanting to give up, throw the towel in, because being marked as a failure is better than the hopelessness loneliness leaves in your heart.

It's believing loneliness is our only friend, only to find that it has left our hearts empty.

It is as if we each have a hole in our hearts that belong to someone specific. We desperately shove things down in a vain attempt to fill this hole, but there's only one who can.

True Love fills this hole.

--Peace and Love.