Me
a recluse
I walk out to the shops
I chat to the shop keepers
They laugh, I laugh
I see the sparkle come back in their eye
I see their spirits being uplifted
I walk home
hit by a wave
I want to cry
the realisation of my deep loneliness
these are the mysteries that defy my efforts
Helena, my friend… I often do the same… with an often tear in my eye… and a sense of loneliness… I do not call it sadness, because I have a similar feeling when I am ecstatic… perhaps it is a synethesia I usually welcome it with open arms… Why? Because I can FEEL… Miss you…
Hey Kev, thanks for your thoughts and sharing. However did you find this posting? I haven’t even begun my efforts in promoting this new blog. I appreciate your shared thoughts. However, all articles within my FOTSOC (Fragments of Thoughts, Snatches of Conversations) may be .. but are not always MY thought and/or conversations 😀 Just saying. Miss you too my friend! 🙂