Three Kinds of Alone
Past: Every happy memory I have seems tainted by subsequent painful memories.
Present: I trust fewer people right now than at just about any other point in my life
Future: Untouchable, unknowable, and all I have to offer me comfort in that realm is vague platitudes.
It's been a long time since I've felt this utterly alone. But it doesn't hurt like it used to. It's just cold now.
Current Mood:
depressedCurrent Music: Yoko Kanno - "The Real Folk Blues"