Why do we crave isolation and yearn for silence,
When we cry in despair due to loneliness?
“No, I don’t wish to speak to anyone right now.”
“No, I can’t accompany you because I’ll be busy that day.”
Nothing.. except asking ourselves
Why do I prefer my own company? Why can’t another satisfy me?
What resentment could we possibly hold against a camaraderie?
The most logical explanation would have to be fear.
But what do we fear?
Clearly, one mustn’t think of anything aside from laughter, promises, and adventure when we hear that word.
So what could you fear?
Is it the counterfeit laughter, broken promises, your lack of adventure?
By Virginia LaTourette