Halfway To Asphodel

The pendulum clock chimes five, as I throw away my beddings in frustration. Once again, the night had left me petrified of slumber. My sleeplessness worries me this time, for it is not due to the usual causes. Quite often the woke hours of the night are due to an extreme in my emotional spectrum – but not today. Today I was stable, balanced, and totally in control. Except for the control of my sleep. I have always craved balance. In all my endeavours, beliefs, and workings; ‘

Why is it that throughout the history of man, he has struggled to come to terms with a sense of isolation? Why is it, that the idea of being alone has been associated with, or even birthed dark and negative condiments; ruining the flavour of life? I do not see an absolute bad in being alone, nor do I see any absolute pleasure in the other end of the spectrum. Why is it, that the companionship of one person is often enough to make you forget the need of anyone else? Why does,