cannot help but feel empty when i am alone nowadays.

used to love just quietly spending time with myself. used to look forward to the times when i have the entire house to myself. used to enjoy the temporal detachment from the world...from people. used to draw the curtains upon myself and shut off all the lights...relishing the vacuum and darkness.

maybe i am feeling more and more insecure. and my fear of silence seems to be growing. it can get out of hand and scary at times...

i guess this is why many people turned to spiritual means.

to fill the unexplainable void that silently screams and crave for attention. or simply for the comfort of knowing that someone will always be there for them. without fail.

i think i am having a premature mid-life crisis :/