Alone becomes a lot

We are alone again.
It feels... funny, I guess. It's scary and makes you feel pretty lost, but, I'm not sure I can say it's better than the first time, or at least ok.
You survive one, you survive a thousand.
I know, guess that's true.

We have so much to do... so much to do... I'm sorry if my permanent grinning scares you. But it feels so good to be free... I have so much work to do.

Do you think we will be not alone again?
Maybe, I don't think that's something we should bother with. It's like, changeable if you do other things, you can't change it facing it straight. Gotta go through other ways, and then, maybe.
Ok.
And remember, you are never alone.
Never?
Never. You got yourself, deep down in your head, even when there seems to be nothing left, you're still there.
But being one is being alone.
Only if you wish silence. There's no better company than ourselves if we can face a mirror. And if you can't, no companion in this world will save you. They can help you, but you are the one putting that hand out of the well and choosing to come out.
That looks good.
Yes... sadly it's easier said than done.
Well, we're still here and it's time to sleep, and we have been able to sleep quite okay lately, so it's something.
Haha, we can brag about sleeping I guess.
Sure! And, the sky is still there.
That's so old...
But holds true.
Wise point, my friend.
Thanks.


Strange thoughts roam around. There's revenge, efficiency and soothing going rampant. I'm not scared I guess. It just feels, weird. Can you tell me a story? I like the ones where we get happy endings, or at least open endings that don't feel like all hope is gone. It helps me to sleep.