Alone is the comfort of a warm bed and a good book, the enjoyment of the silence and the solitary. It’s the peace that has found a place within your chest, where there’d been a desperate need to please only hours before. The feeling of the world wrapping around you and only you, existing within the bounds of your reality alone.

Lonely is the disgusted stares of those who don’t understand, the empty spaces around you where you wish human hearts beat, in time to yours. It’s the uncertainty and the skittering looks, the need to please and be a part of something more than just yourself. The isolation of the world closing in on you, trapping you within a prison that you should have the key to, but don’t.