Witt: “Do you ever get lonely?”
Welsh: “Only around people…”
~Thin Red Line
The start of the new year marks a time to look towards the future… and here I am… standing at the doorway to my furture and thinking of where it leads.
It’s been on my mind. Well– it has always been there somewhere. Just as much a part of me as a heart beat. But it is growing louder. It’s not something that I can ever really talk about, but its so much a part of who I am no one can ever hope to understand me otherwise.
What am I? At the end of the day, when the world is asleep and I am alone, when my friends have gone and I am left? How do I tell you?
I have been told it’s not what we say to the people we love that defines us– but what we do. There are so many things I am not and can never hope to be. And what I truly am, I fear is something that can never let itself be truly loved.
My path takes me so far away from this, I wonder if I can ever find my way back. When will this heart of mine turn numb and cold so I can stop feeling the lack of the things I will never have?