Monday, November 1, 2010
A face in the crowd, a wave from a friend. The times that were happy and the times that were spent. We'll all go our own places, so why wait for the tide? The story is that which you cannot hear. That which longs to get out. But why let it out? Its must return once again. The happy feeling of being with friends can be great and marvelous. But the feeling of being alone can be ten times worse. The pit in your stomach that goes on forever. Standing alone with no one to be by your side. No one to catch you when you fall. No one to tuck you in at night. No one to tell you everything will be ok. No one to watch over you as you work. No one to congratulate you when you've done well. There is no one there. There is no hand on your shoulder. Alone.