I sometimes feel very alone. We all do at times. It’s inevitable and it’s normal. When it happens to me, I can’t seem to touch the loneliness. It’s just one of those beautiful things that will surround my entire being…….the chatter, the presence of others…..it will still cause my heart to ache. I just sit there when it happens, sometimes staring off into space wishing that someone could make the world a little smaller, more welcoming, make it seem like somewhere I would actually want to be.

A small piece of my sanity, found terribly alone, and yet……I love it at times. I only hear the soft wind, the light rain filling puddles and no ones around, but still feeling a hand on my shoulder, not letting me escape the overwhelming loneliness because the presence of another is somehow less when it exists solely in my thoughts.

I’ve said that I am only as lonely as I choose to be, and I know I can’t touch my personal loneliness, but I can feel others so much, even from a distance that can not be crossed in a few moments. My eyes will wander over this world that won’t let me be close to anyone at times, and will instead have me love everything I can’t touch with all that’s in me.