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7.06.2006

   
I was rummaging through old CDS when I encountered old back-ups of my websites from the past years.

And among the files were my old journal entries, which I would admit are cringe-worthy at times. But there were some that struck me. This is my favorite.

One Thousand Raindrops

I am not alone.

Physically, yes, I am not. The presence of Tonsy patiently sitting beside me as we wait for the rain to subside is more than a confirmation.

I am not alone. But frankly, I feel like I am.

I am beyond speechless as I watch a thousand raindrops break into the concrete grounds. I feel so outnumbered. I am here and yet I feel so foreign.

Why am I lonely? Why do I feel alone?

I feel alone because there is something lacking. There is something empty. Desperately needing to be filled.

From Bourdillon's pen came these fine words:

The mind has a thousand eyes
And the heart but one
And yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is gone.

That light has been dead for over two years now. A flickering hope would spark the flame from time to time, but it never grew as bright as it was.

I sneak a glance at the man beside me as he checks the time and sighs. For a brief moment a few years ago this man has kept my flame burning. And for the past two hours that we were inside the moviehouse I had been pressing intently on the armrest between us, wanting, waiting for something to happen.

I ask myself a question.

Was it flesh calling for action?
Or a heart longing for warmth?
Could it possibly be both?

None of it would have mattered. I resort to desperate measures. And anything temporary only lasts for a short term. A slight touch, a quick squeeze would not cure me of my loneliness. It would not drive away the emptiness. It would still rain on me.

I am still lonely. And raindrops are always there to remind me that, whether it be a slight drizzle or a thousand heavy drops.

Gray clouds are still hovering above me. It might take time before the sky clears up.

   

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