Alone

A random rant that helped make my mood better somehow...Enjoy.

His soul, tattered and shredded, once again filled with the familiar ache of being alone, yearning for the chance to be heard. As his chest fills with the familiar pain, he screams, however he knows no one will hear, no one is there, and no one can listen. Bursting with the desire to be heard, his soul and body search for anyone, anything, to listen. As the pain runs deeper, cries of agony fill the empty void that is his domain. Suffering, constant suffering is all his soul has ever known. After wandering for what seems like an eternity, a quiet voice reached out to him, calling, beckoning him to its side. Yearning for consolation he rushed towards the voice, however just as suddenly as it appeared, the voice disappeared in the same moment, it was gone...the fleeting feeling that once filled up his entire being was gone in an instant, and once again his soul was cast into the endless void of his existence. What was that feeling of ecstasy, of elation…? These questions that filled his mind were as fleeting as the feeling from which they were caused. Soon all that filled his mind was that all too familiar feeling of pain, an unbearable pain, and distraught. As his body was once again overcome with this torture, a sound filled his ears once more. However, this sound was not a voice, but that of music. A melody so sad, so agonizing, that his very existence was expressed by the sound. Slowly, he crawled his way towards the music, and when he arrived….the music stopped, and what lay before him was an instrument of indescribable beauty. It was a piano that lay before him, with a solid black color helping blend into the darkness. As he brought himself up off the ground, he steadily walked towards the piano. Setting himself down upon the chair, he put everything, his whole being, his entire existence, his emotions, his suffering, his brief experience of elation into the music…and as he played….the distant and quiet voice cried out to him again...but, he did not hear it, as his existence, expressed by the melodic piano, overpowered everything else…and so he was alone again….always alone…..

Author's Note

Feel free to give any feedback, just know that I wasn't really trying for anything here, just felt like laying my emotions out on a page.