The Irony of Loneliness
Dan Moore

I moved to a new country, a new City for the very first time in my entire life. Parents were away. Relatives seemed a distant memory. Friends faded away. All that was left was a little kid inside, with low self esteem and a thousand dreams. Suffered first major heartbreak. Couldn’t sleep that night. For the first time in 22 years. Broke up another relationship. Then Fucked up the next. All happened in short span of 4 months. My first patch up. And the love fading out of that patch, like fire turning into ember then into nothingness.