My loneliness do not come within but from the desire of sharing. A hug, a laugh, a dinner, a conversation a touch. The human connection which makes you feel alive through love.
I am falling again and on the mist of my great despair there is no one there to catch me. The voice inside that tells me I am strong enough to go through life on my own is untrue. I am not strong and never was. I can not learn to get used to with this silence. I hate hugging my own pillow. I don't have a doll.