What's It All About...Afie?

i miss him a lot less than i thought i would. but it’s the companionship i miss the most. i never forgot what it was like to be alone, but i finally learned what it was like to not be. and now that i’ve gotten so used to that feeling of being a part of something, i long for it even stronger than before. 

how is it, that in a world with so much social applications for people to connect, i can still feel as lonely as i did when i was younger? i find myself…willing someone to talk to me, searching a connection, for a conversation, for some kind of distraction. i jump at the opportunity when i see a friend just a few fingertips away…and while i try to fill the void, i feel guilty. i know they don’t want to commune. but i don’t want to be alone. 

i’m stuck. not between a rock and a hard place. but on a deserted island. 

there’s nothing now to distract me from the ongoing troubles that are driving me mad. the hypocrisies, the slackness, the obligations, the duties…the selflessness…

i don’t know what i would give, just to feel a warm hand interlocking my fingers or to wrap my arm around another. to just feel another human…another body. to hear a voice over the receiver, a laugh, a sigh…

so…i’m trying to write a novel…and hopefully finish it by the end of the summer…yeah..learn about it here «