Shades of Loneliness

This is the gloomiest piece I may ever post out here.

As I admit to myself…

Yes, I am lonely.

To a certain degree, I am…lonely.

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I guess there are times that it can’t be helped. That feeling of missing something-whether it be a person, or something inside of you, something you can’t express to anyone that you’d somehow know he/she wouldn’t be able to understand.

Or maybe it’s in the questions that people will wonder, “why do you even ask?”

But you, alone, know why. You, alone, know why you have to have the answers to these questions.

Or maybe it’s in the frustrations that don’t matter much to others, but they matter to us?

The unsaid feelings that we don’t dare tell anyone for various reasons- little they may be, they are enough for us to keep them within.

Is this the darkest shade of loneliness? Or is it just the beginning?

Is being alone, with no other human to exchange your thoughts and feelings, the darkest depiction of loneliness?

Or is it being surrounded by people, yet no one of who you can be fully transparent with?

Either way, no matter what shade, loneliness…unlike being alone for a time is something we know we cannot harbor or let be.

It’s an experience much scarier than the silence of a completely black night.

Is Life Even That Important

Is Life even that important?

This is a question of oddities

but with killings left and right,

and warfare in plain sight,

One may opt to ask the question.
From the onset of time,
Surviving has been the major goal of one,

But in battles, the emerging victor is none.

If it’s importance is above all,

then why do countries choose it’s downfall?

aren’t we the most precious thing of all?

If theories and concepts are made by man,
Then why are such theories destroying man?
How fearful does the future brings,

If the present do not preserve the important things.

Like peace and it’s never ending process

and children which promotes progress.

With all that’s that happening in the world,
One can’t help but reiterate the question

“Is Life even that important?”

-a poem written by my friend, who I shall refer to as G.D.

[UPDATE: GD now has a blog: The Old Wondering Soul. Do check her out! )