When you're alone, time feels like a stepping stone.
When you're alone too long, time feels like it goes on and on.
Being by yourself is great in short bursts...but after awhile, the memories slowly begin to hurt.
Watching the isolation seep in, feeling the depression writhe beneath my skin, it all feels too close to home man..

We need the touch of love in our lives, we need to forget that loneliness isn't the answer to self fulfillment, only the disdain that floats around inside.

But so many of us get caught up in the grind, so many keep our sights set in the clouds way up high... but it seems we can't fly.
Let someone take you by the hand, and venture off to that dream like paradise... a cosmos in the stars, pretty soon, we'll both depart.
Taking a break is fine, but having someone else there is what I define as the cure all, the one that helps illuminate my mind and produce productive time.

Venture together, never alone, or else you'll never know home.