The bliss behind loneliness

For the most part, the walls didn’t close in on me. But the dancing shadows on the ceiling did become my only pals. At times my breath wasn’t enough to keep me alive. My mind almost gave up yet this blood pumping device inside my body helped me through. A soft tap, tap, tap like knock on my chest always questioned my failures. Though it would falter in ways like skipping a beat or being so faint I could barely feel it, my heart kept me alive. It fed my loneliness with soft knocks at the doorstep of my conscience. The only bliss behind loneliness was finding my heart and with it my dreams & thoughts.