I don't remember when I wrote this, but I think it was sometime in 2008...I found it on a page in a notebook I remember buying at Aberdeen Mall in Richmond.
Jigaloo and I had gone there to meet Mish and enjoy the delight that is Beard Papas. After enjoying the light, sweet, cool cream surrounded by puffy pastry perfection, we strolled through the mall, looking in the different shops. We stopped in at a stationery/papergoods store and it caught my eye. It was only a couple of dollars, so I bought it to use as a journal of sorts. As what happens most of the time with me, there are only a few pages written on. Three, but one has writing front and back.
Anyway, this is what I wrote one morning:
On a lonely day I sit at home wrapped up in the heavy mantle of a misty morning...or is it night? I can't recall the chirping of birds to make me think daylight...but there are still the apartment building noises above and beside me. A reminder that I am not the last on earth , but surrounded by solitary others. It makes me wonder why the lonely don't seek out others. We prefer to sit and mope, waiting for someone else to take it up.
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