Alone

I hate this feeling where my words are inadequate to describe how I feel.

Or maybe there are feelings in this world which were never meant to be described in words.

Of all the decisions that I've made, I hope I won't regret this in time to come.

Whatever it is, all I know is that I hate this feeling that is within me now.

Alone, very alone. Perhaps that would be the simplest form that I can describe it to be.

Let's start from the beginning.

Idealistic hopes.

Perhaps that's what kept me going all these years.