As fast as I can.

Being alone is a tricky trade to master. It forces us to think, about the things that we push aside in our daily lives, about the things we try to cover up. About that one thing that just might be able to unveil what we've been hiding from, what could take over us. Some fill these voids with the company of others, whether it be friends, or lovers. Others take the route of substances; alcohol, drugs. Which ever way a person goes about it, somehow their emptiness is temporarily absorbed. But not even the best of us all can avoid loneliness forever. Friends wander home, lovers stray and the substances are replaced with sobriety. Sooner or later, we all end up alone, just our thoughts, four walls, and no where else to hide. So we sit, and we realize that by trying so hard to fill these voids, we have done nothing but stretch them larger. So we're forced to think. And as soon as that one thing, that one thought, crosses our minds, we realize that maybe avoiding it wasn't the best idea. But still, we do. Because being alone is a tricky trade to master, so we run.