loneliness,
one of my closest friends.
Easy to have around,
with an affection
which can't be matched.
Where would I be without you,
loneliness?
Where is the time to think;
reflect?
meditate ?
or pray without you?
Why does everyone think,
you, my friend,
loneliness is a bad thing?
I think you're highly misunderstood.
You stalk each and every one of us,
with good intention of course.
To be sure we're able to survive
in our personal solitary confinement.
So in silence,
I speak out loud to you.
You say nothing in return,
all you've ever done is listen.
Loneliness,
you and me,
we're two of the most hated beings there are.
Denial and declaration.
