04.24.09

It's cruel, the way loneliness deadens you, makes you forget how to be a friend, makes you feel forgotten, makes you feel like just a memory.

I always prided myself on my ability to thrive on solitude, leading no social-butterfly life. But aloneness is not loneliness...and loneliness is not aloneness. It seems that I've been given too much of both.

04.28.09 (Margaret)

Just when I am hearing the echo of loneliness, my own voice bouncing off these vast canyon walls...I hear another, very familiar voice: the voice of a friend. From a distance, yes, but oh how far the voice of love can travel. I am revived, a plant watered once again.