a general reflection on life

independence is nothing but a self-righteous word for loneliness, a proud synonym for scared. you will find no stable self-sufficeincy nor functioning self-relience in my existence. i am devoid of comforting self-support, and in my newly found isolation the vivd realization of my need for your presence presents itself. now i write not for pleasure, but for sanity. i'd elaborate, but that would require revealing my soul, and that is no longer an option. i can't stand the thought of anyone but you being inside the whirlwinds of  thought between my ears. i don't like to think that you may thank i no longer think of you as my best friend. together we were a paradox, and i refuse to explain it because i loved that it was our secret. this started as a poem but has now become a melancholy homage to something i doubt i will ever grasp again in this life. so here's to you, my forever favorite, and i'll say it one last time: i miss you.