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