You walk outside at the whim of some errand pursuant to nightly ritual. The resounding guttural strength of hesitant rain drops surprises you and forces you to pause. You stare left. The streets are empty. You stare right. The streets are empty. Traffic lights are frozen on red. The orange hand blinks over and over like a lifeless catacomb. There are no lights from windows. There are no late night walkers. No vampires seducing the shadows in the alleyways. It is only you and the eyelids of apartments afraid to make eye contact. For a moment you feel liberated. Free like the only human left. Then you are overwhelmed with the greatest sense of profound loss. Loneliness washes over you with a bluntness and you accept it with perspicacious intellect. But the cold strength of that tide never ebbs. It builds until you are frozen on the sidewalk–until you are cemented in the despair of your fear. There is nothing left. Nothing good. Nothing bad. The streets are empty, and nothing will flow into them in the morning.
Solitude
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