the dark of my mind. The pain, the sound, and the loneliness are ever-growing, slowly consuming me. I live alone, as myself, with no one to understand the intricacies of my mind, my pain, my experience. As I live and learn, I know that I will never truly be alone, that no one will ever indeed be alone. As the darkness inside grows, so does the light, hope, and life for living. We live together and are together; thus, the flame will never die out. WE can never be the same, sharing different experiences and living separate lives, none ever repeated. WE suffer differently, grieve differently, celebrate differently, and live differently. WE suffer together, grieve together, celebrate together, and live together. WE are individuals, no less and no more than those around us, equal in importance. WE can never be the same, but we are together.