What does it feel like??

What does it feel like to be alone? I can’t surely find the answer to that question. There hasn’t been a moment when I’m left alone. Hounded by a million thoughts of the path that I take, the people I cherish, is this really it? My life is outlined by assumptions, is it working for me? Questions lay unanswered. Thinking about people assuming they’ll think of me too. Why not? They may be thinking about me, but the intensity is not seen. I fail to understand myself and my thoughts. Does life work for me or do I work towards making a life out of existence. The next thing I know is talking the walls about what could be. Why not? Walls have ears they say... You never know... Twenty years from now they might start talking. Again... it’s the wait... And before you know... bang! Life’s gone!