alone
so here begs the question. can one
really become ontent in loneliness?
we are social creatures after all. but
yet we find ourselves alone in the
crowded coffee houses that we
frequent. we cook family dinner
but find ourselves to be alone
around the dinner table. when did
we we get rid of the friendly hello's?
the good morning, sir & ma'am's as
we walked down the street? even the
stars above know how to keep company.
is it too late? if you're telling me that
loneliness insists on staying, can we make
it a friend? or are we just destined to be this?
alone?
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