I’m lonely read the message on the screen. The cursor blinking away I can see you in my minds eye as you look at your screen waiting for me to reply. I hesitate to answer running through the possible ways to respond and the next message after that. I don’t know where you are, what state of mind you’re in, I have no context no social cues other than that one sentence to go on so I ask instead “What’s the antidote to that?”. Because my medicine, my crutch, my way may not be your way and your loneliness is that which needs tending to now.
I approach you with curiosity and with purpose, I stand by as you think about the question as you look into yourself for the answer to feed this gaping hole that is loneliness. I witness you as you are without pretension and without expectations. You are still you now as you were yesterday and you will be tomorrow no matter how you feel and what you do. You are worthy of love. You are worthy of my time.
You tell me then the poison ingested to feed the hole only made it bigger, the darkness thicker, the walls higher, the despair a concerto of paranoid thoughts. High is not a good word here because low is where it is has taken you, lower than the worse pits of hell and…
