You feel you are not needed, perhaps you have never been but this does not make you feel better. You’re lonelier than the loneliest man alive…or dead. You’re not the first man born and cerrainly not Adam or Eve. Yet, you’re lonely even when you’re by yourself, clinging to your soul, hugging it tightly. You burst into tears but even when each tear slides off your cheeks, it makes way only for itself, runs its course and drops onto the ground, splattering away and disappearing upon impact. You see the shady ghosts of people who used to be around you. You can hear them but they are deaf to you. In a nutshell, you’re in a nutshell rattling inside, hitting the concrete hard walls blindly, vagabonding freely in your inner prison cell.