And with that

Who is alone?

You trapped in a mental cage in a van full of

Partygoers?

Or maybe you,

Stuck in a bathroom with the needle barely

Keeping you company.

Perhaps not.

We are all one

Strung along and placed in perfect order for one goal.

For one purpose.

Making it to the end,

To where our souls dance on a calm white canvas

In a way that is innocent and youthful.

For eternity and one.