| Loneliness Hurting inside, no one to talk to to talk this mood through with, I am used to this solitary introspection but it still hurts. After all this time of being alone- all the months, seasons, people behind me I still don't get used to the loneliness. Shouldn't it be enough that I was loved for a brief moment in time, wasn't I held close in someone's heart, didn't I feel the joy that only love can inspire, weren't we one, if only for one long afternoon, weren't we? The familiar torrent of distant memories only brings me home where my dreams unravel and my sleep is fitful to this empty place where only I live. no friend's laughter to cheer me up nor sparkle in the mirror when I look at me no love crackling in my veins or passion kindling my heart. I am alone comfortless and cold by Abby D.
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