The unexpected.

Here I am thinking I can go untouched by anything. That I do have absolute control over what happens to me in my life. Then, out of nowhere, absolutely nowhere, it happens. The unexpected is the scariest, most thrilling feeling one could feel. To feel alive. To feel like a part of something. It's an impossible feeling to figure out myself. Something so full of awe, even the silence is strong with passion. Strong enough to let go of the fear though? But I've always wanted to be alone, it's just been better that way. So why does the loneliness now feel incomparably empty?