Being in the world can sometimes make you feel very, very lonely.
Why do I still feel like a druggy in need of the next fix?
Is there anybody out there?
Somebody who knows the same ache?
How is it that we can argue ten minutes into a sendoff?
Why is it that nobody wants to talk?
Why is the wall thicker between family than strangers sometimes?
Is there a place to hang the soul?
Is it bad to hang it on a blog?
Why aren't the answers that were enough no longer so?
Do we outgrow answers too?
Is there a bottom to this longing?
How did Robinson Crusoe survive the first few years alone?
Would having your own island really make things better?
Would getting too close to someone make you discover something that repels you?
Why is it that we're either not close enough or too close to people?
Questions with no answers.
Answers that can't be known by me in this moment.
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