Every year I have this thought (amazing, I know). It comes with spring, comes with the blossoming, the bursting, the chirping and trilling. It's a silent resigned recognition, perhaps a prediction, a self-fulfilling prophecy even.
"Another lonely Spring" are the words of my spell. And after all these years I've finally come to like it. In spite of my wailing and whinging, I rejoice quietly, I thank the heavens, the fates, the gods for leaving me be.
Deep down I know it is best like this.
And though I may profess to loneliness - which I do and which I feel on occasion - I also know full well that certain things in my life (and of me, come to think of it) are best kept to myself, are best not shared.
And that's ok. Perhaps the heart and soul in time stop screaming for communication and understanding. Or maybe it is simply a matter of one being not as desperate to find one's soul mate as when one was younger...?
Thursday, March 28, 2013
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