Being alone in the world can be a good thing; the silence, the peace, the serenity. Its one of the undermined gifts of the world - solidity. Being alone allows you to restore your sanity, but it is only when the world invades when we think loneliness is a crime. The world devours your innocence and it is then when we crave peace. You need to be broken before you can be fixed...naked before you can be clothed. How loud do we have to scream for someone to hear? How damaged do we have to be before someone helps us?