Everything in your world is dark, chaotic always changing except for one thing- the loneliness. You have nobody to turn to nobody to run to when you're in need. Everything's foreign and straynge except for your longing for a familiar face, to hug you and soothe you kiss and remind you of all the love you have locked inside. To remind you you're still breathing, and it isn't just some dream inside your head about somebody twenty-thousand miles away. An ocean away. But the dream is gone.