Here I am again embrace only by darkness in the company of lonelyness comforted by the cold if only uselessness was an on occupantant it seems to be the only thing I can be... my one and only true friend seems to be emptyness it's the only thing that is always there no matter where I am because it lives inside me. The one thing I never fail to find is solitude it seems to always find me so there's no point in running. So many pointless things fill this place with their forgotten existance alongside me but eventually everything is remembered except me there's no other place for me.