They say lonelyness isn't a name anymore, but I know different.

How her steps echoes volumes through halls filled with longing shadows reaching for flickering lights just snuffed from burning and shine as bright as neverever, on sharp edges of last breaths, withheld in moments of loss and departing fare wells, limitless abandonment trust upon a face in despair and vacuum, exploading in grief, ravaging fetal body thrust against the walls built by words...