It's strange to explain. Even to feel. You can see the lights dimming as you walk by, and you can see your feet shuffling on automatically in the directions they've been taught to walk. You can eat, chew, swallow- and have no idea of what you just did. Because this dimming, it doesn't just limit itself to the streetlamps. It's wrapped itself around your heart, and now everything is pale. Withering and pale. Spring is around the corner, but this chill in your bones- it won't go away.
There are no stories in eyes this blank. There are no words for hearts this dim. Every time some hint of coherent thought tries to push its way in, your head spins. The world spins, your legs threaten to give way. So you don't think.
But then, when you're sitting. When you are alone, you wonder if you made the right choices. You wonder if you should've stayed. There were only two things to do. It would have been a leap of faith either way, and you chose one. But now, when you're alone and empty, you just wonder if it was right. You had always known that some things would be left behind. But in your ignorance, you didn't know at what cost. And in what ways.
 And ironically, the only quotes that you can quote are words said by those who walked away. You will always be alone. Alone in lonely.