In the glimmer of a flickering light, or the tick of a solitary clock, we find ourselves alone.
Nothing surrounding can fill this emptiness, or longing.
For loneliness knows no rank nor wealth.
As much as we heap upon ourselves, or the more these feelings of alone.

It pierces the painted smile, the shell we use to greet the world
It shatters the chatter of busy days
Of more and more
For it is the very feeling of less, that hurts.
It hurts to be alone. Nakedness to the world. For all the furs and all the walls, it chills us still.

It knows no boundaries nor sacred ground For loneliness stalks us, even though we move away.
No matter how far we travel, it sneaks back into our chest
It saps us of our strength

It drains the very essence to continue This most awful of feelings.
It slows us to depression
To lay down and hope for some escape.

It is cold being alone Vulnerable to the world. All the protections of life and all the guards and it kills our heart.

For surely there is no other hell like loneliness. There is no hell more savage than life without hope. So here we find ourselves in our darkest moment Laid bare to the world.
Depression is mind.
Depression is a state of mind.
A state of delusion is depression.
Depression is a fixation on past events affecting the present.

The past is the past.
It must be let go.
Only in the present can things change.
The VIRs. The primary VIR of loving yourself. Your are more. You are special.
Your life has reason and purpose. Only in motion is that purpose fulfilled.
Only in being all you can be is your purpose truly realised.