I bask in the gentle silence that allow us to be together and apart.
It is frightening to be in the company of unhappy people who, through sheer unawareness, believe they are happy. They will poke you with the thorn and insist they handed you the bud.
The problem with this happiness is that it is making a dullard of me. If I was sharp enough to figure out what the opposite of committing suicide is I am certain I could find a way out this mess.