He only felt lonely when he was happy, for happiness would fly away unnoticed. He wanted it reflected like hundred rays of sun in a mirrored room, but he could not trap it within. So he sang quietly, to the beats of his heart; he danced at every rush of blood through his veins. He dared to stay alone.
Today he dared to yearn for solitude because in his heart he knew it would bring him sorrow and peace. Most of the time he did fine in sorrows’ company, they always lingered like the hum of silence. Sorrows that made him less guilty of the times he frittered laughing, sorrows that gave him purpose, sorrows that overwhelmed him and filled his hollowness.
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