There are two kinds of loneliness, one you feel when you’re all alone, and the other you feel in a crowded room, when you realize you’re the only person who knows what it’s like to be you. -atticus

She often felt lonely, Despite a crowded room. She liked to stay up late, And tell stories to the moon. She danced in what little light, The stars allowed to be seen, And she often kept herself awake, For...