Loneliness

I just discovered I've always been alone. So frightened of loneliness, and it turns out that I have lived the fiction of being accompanied all my time. Friends, family, acquaintances, coworkers ...
So frightened to die alone, to be alone to facing life, to  be alone to fight diseases, when loneliness is the closest reality, the only reality.
That pitiless discovery has been presented alone, without mercy or any form of consolation. But it did not cause any feeling of rejection or frustration, but a rebirthing of things. Reborn to old things that no longer are not the old things. To find the new into the old in an endless round.