Life in 100 Words

A Unique look into life, 100 words at a time.

Loneliness Speaks.

Sleep is a temporary getaway from reality, the reality that I'm lonely. Single, by choice. But human everyday.

I miss being somebody's somebody.

Late nights when it's a perfect, crisp 58 degrees and I'm in your arms.

Cuddled and engulfed in your warmth and humming unsung lyrics to your heartbeat.

I miss forehead kisses, neck caresses and just being, alone but in the sweetest company.

I miss long conversations about Malcolm, Audre, Marvin, and Jill.

I miss laughter. I miss the complex simplicities of being in love deeply.

My thoughts drift back to this empty bed.

This too shall pass.