bEiNG aLoNe

Uninspired, she stared out of the window, looking into the world, seeing nothing. For days now, her life has felt empty. Hollowed out like a Jack-O-Lantern pumpkin. And the emptiness left her feeling weary. A kind of tiredness and exhaustion that doggedly gnawed at her being.

She longed so much for rest, for the sweet sweet slumber of death, where she could just sleep forever and not have to wake up.

Her friends are all leaving her one by one. The prospect of loneliness loomed huge and heavy over her heart. Yet she knows deep inside, that she will survive this again. To meet, and then to part. To part, and then to meet. The cycle of life.

For one can learn to be alone without being lonely.