forever lonely.

the owner of a lonely heart.

It's upsetting how something so minor and insignificant can affect my happiness and my positive mentality. It's even more upsetting that I let it. I was doing so good. You know? I thought I was out of it. Thought. But the feeling I was convinced that I conquered, defeated and forgotten about is back. It's strange how familiar it feels. As if it almost never left. I don't think it ever left. I'm convinced that I just got really good at pretending.

It's a feeling of gravity. A strong pull.

That's all I feel. Is gravity.

Then you say to yourself, just give it some time. But that doesn't offer any comfort when time is all you have. Time and uncertainty.

So here I am. After a day filled with drowning in my head, my thoughts. I'm listening to The Only Living Boy in New York by Simon and Garfunkel.

Loneliness is under-rated.

photo of the day #86

So where do you live?

In the middle of nowhere. Literally.