Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me, and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk alone

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's fucked up, and everything's all right
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive, and I walk alone

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

It was so weird to hear this song yesterday, like a hello from such a distant past... In those days it seemed that there was no person in the world who didn't know and didn't love this song, and I couldn't remain indifferent to its spell. And while I was listening to this beauty, I seemed to drifted away on 13 years back, in those days when I was airily happy, free and lonely. And to hear it that day was so symbolic...
I love music for the fact that it almost always can express our feelings and emotions much better than ourselves, and it's so incredible: to find there your own reflection, to see in these lines what you were once and who you are now. And this song like no other reflects my eternal desire for loneliness so perfectly... Because only in being alone I can find myself, feel the beauty of this world so clearly and sensitively and be truly happy.
But until this moment, I rarely muse about what I'm putting into these words... After all, I think I don't mean absolute loneliness, but only solitude...
Because the truth is, somewhere deep inside I always needed someone who would be next to me and with whom I could share myself, let into my world, give a part of my loneliness. Because after all, without these people we will always have a black hole inside us, which we will find ourselves constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. We always have an irresistible need to give a part of ourselves to someone else and take a part of them. Their dreams, their scars, their stories.
But still, somewhere deep inside we will always keep a part of pure loneliness. Because no one will ever take all of us, won't feel what we feel, won't fall in love with what we love. And some parts of us will forever be undivided...
But if something goes wrong and your solitude changes to loneliness, remember... After all, back then you were all alone and you were so happy in the same time... And if the hour of absolute loneliness comes again, can you handle it? Even after you learned what it means not to be lonely and not to write all these things into emptiness? Will you handle it?
Promise me you will.