On Feeling Alone
Just me and the Universe
The world is whirling
Consciousness swirling
I flow from one thing to the next…
But sometimes there is a pregnant pause
and the silence comes crashing in
I am alone again
Or so it seems
Some days life has a full repertoire of lessons and I am so busy learning I don’t have time to just think.
And when I have time to think it is never really good because I start on a stream that takes me out of the flow, apparently.
Because I get hung up on thoughts like:
Am I the only one here?
How come no one shares my perspective?
Where is my tribe?
I shut myself in my room or I sit alone outside. I invite my husband to join me but more often than not he declines. He prefers to be in his own space.
I am fortunate I can entertain myself. I chat with people online (are those people real?). I work on art or I write.
I just want to know does anyone else feel alone in a crowd? Next to their partner? In the middle of a conversation?
I decide I’m not alone. The Universe is guiding my steps. How can I be alone if the Universe is inside of me?
Does love mean never being alone? I don’t think so. Love means having faith that this too is temporary.
