Loneliness behaves oddly. It longs for a sense of connectedness with other humans and yet...
When it gets a good hold of me ... It's causes great difficulty to leave the house, days go by and I don't leave this cabin on the hill ...I must push myself to go out and just walk among others...to shop, go to the post office or bank ...
I'm there, out, amongst ... And it feels so good to speak and use my language out loud ... To converse, to smile, to see others...
Then I find myself back home, this cabin on the hill, feeling lonely...
But oddly, not wanting to leave again.
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