Alone

Being alone is cold. That's what they say. Its not, not always. It can be hot. Sweaty,even. Drinking in the musk of your sweat because you aren't bothered to wipe it off. Because you're alone. Not really, no. There are people around. But they don't see you. Neither do you. They dont mean anything. You dont understand them. They dont understand you. They dont know you. They dont care. You dont care. Why? Because you're alone. Oh, so alone.