Even the most meaningful songs in the world could never describe this beat.

Even the most careful brushes in the world could never paint this wave.

Even the most happiest of writers in the world could never write this feeling.

A poet full of doubt, an artist in a drought, and a teen that will pout.

It's all that is thought of for people like them, for people like you, for people like me.

In a world full of 7 billion people, we can feel the loneliest. We'll never truly be alone in this world. We will just feel it.

That feeling is like being frozen. It's like being stuck in a block of ice and watching it all pass. Watching time and love grow on. While you are left, a trace to never be found or to never be broken open into the world again.

You are not alone. Many people are in blocks of ice, melting slowly as they reach for people who care and will be there.

Whether they stay or not they know they have themselves and that's what matters.

In this world full of loneliness, you'll never be alone.

A poet full of hope, an artist can cope, and a teen who doesn't mope.

It's the visual of an illusion to the world that is never alone, as the ice melts and connects to more just like it.

Even the simplest of tunes couldn't describe it in one word.

Even the most beautiful of creations couldn't paint it in one swerve.

Even the neatest of words couldn't write the emotion of isolation.

But who am I to know? I'm not even a poet.