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Posted: January 13, 2012 in alone, lonliness, love
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I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get lonely. Even as I slowly learn the difference between that and BEING alone, they still feel a bit similar. The time of year, the silent walls of solitude built with snow beckons us to couple up, snuggle in and protect each other. From the aloneness.

The progression of times modern rarely holds contingencies for basic human comfort and companionship. Even as I type, once again the lonely soul at a keyboard, I’d much prefer a hug and a kiss goodnight. The azure glow of Facebook, twitter and other gathering grounds offer no comfort to a heart in pain. The hand longing for a touch. That sole soul who yearns for the validation of their humaness.

Be kind dear people. Love with reckless abandon. Hold a tiny gloved hand. Dry a single tear. Say good morning, good night, and I love you. Don’t wait. Don’t hesitate. Plunge into life… WITH OTHERS

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