Loneliness

Loneliness, like a fragile plane of glass perched on maybe's and in betweens.... loneliness can sting.... a slow death, a gradual build up of tears, touching one another in a pile up. A traffic jam of pain.

Timeless...memories binding me to the past and all the what-might-have-beens-but-never-were.

I'm jarred from reality like a bullet through the windshield of the car you're sitting next to. With no sign of the shooter.

Jose Gonzalez does tend to bring out the more sentimental me.

Today was a stark day. A day of being startled. A day of realisation and elements of emptiness....