That Heart song.
Being alone terrifies me in the same way as when you first turn on the shower and the water smacks against your nakedness.
“…!! Gadammit, it’s so fracking cold! $&@#%*!!!” (okay, minus the swearing.)
But once the hot water envelopes you in a comforting reverie, the initial shock is forgotten.
I am immersed, absorbed, in art and I do not feel lonely.
