alone
what is alone
why do we run from it
what drives us from it with such abandon
to lead us into moments so far worse
than loneliness
the darkest of dark
the coldest of cold
the fear of the fearful
yet some yearn for it as light
the air to breathe
the water to drink
the sun to burn the skin
creating spaces
secret spaces
in which to revel in it
to smile in the dark
in the cold
in which others weep
orginally written on March 16th, 2002