I Befriended Loneliness

I befriended him like a kid looking for a new playmate, but not the mirthful feels, not the exuberant ones; I felt dark looking for loneliness, I felt dark looking for a sole companion. I searched for him in crestfallen, in depression, because I needed him, I needed him to breathe in me. 

I befriended loneliness. 

I befriended him because I needed him. It was more of a need than of a want; more of a necessity, not a demand. I need him to live for me, for he is a thief in the mid-afternoon: quick, but engaging. He gives me tears that blot out my parchments, he gives me the words to my ink pen, he gives me spirit to my wicked soul.

I befriended loneliness.

I am his captive. And I willingly give myself to him: every cell of my body would I give. I will be willing to transform my world for him. He is now the reason why I exist, the reason why I must be existing.

I am loneliness.

I am now the spirit that will ensnare you in the deep abyss of your heart, the spirit that will hold custody of your mind. You will be mine and you shall be a part of me. I will imprison your thoughts of joy and I will transform it into darkness. I will pen them under my authority and you will be mine now. Mine.