Sitting there, together with loneliness.
Writing from some far place to another
Knowing that there is another
And being lonely together.
If you can feel the same
Then maybe we are the same
And our loneliness brings us together.
Happiness is a short summer day.
Loneliness sets in like a long winter that never quite leaves,
At least not for me.
But think of your heart, its sweetest moment,
That moment of quiet longing asking for connection.
Know that it is the most universal thing.
This lives in this writer, these words, this time
And in this reader, these words, this time.
Love loneliness for loneliness connects you.
You are here, I am there.