A Pen and A Tear-Stricken Paper

My inspiration to write has always been limited by my ability to feel pain. Yes, pain. Call it a psychological defense-mechanism, a form of release. It’s strange because most writers write out of love, success, discoveries…but seldomly of pain.

 

Alas, if only I know what it feels to be loved, to have everything, to be free…there’ll be one less lonely blogger in this world.

But what exactly is it to be alone? Or better yet, am I alone…or simply lonely? I have my family and “friends” and quite a few variables actually, but on the basis of being lonely, do numbers matter? How can it when nobody wants you and nobody can ever love you the way you wanted to be. When “friends” call and tell you they need you, you try to be there. You go out of your way just to be there for them. But when the roles switch sides, those “friends” become the variables and they will scatter amongst the bushes like the rabbid squibs that they are.

Alas, it’s a tough battle. Though for some it never was. They will always have their families, or their bestfriends, and they will be there to give you the love and understanding I never had from anyone.

~ by Pixel on June 16, 2007.