Loneliness – Why Pears

Flocking

I find myself flocking to the inbox of someone new nearly every day— what is it about constant correspondence I crave so much? It is the skeleton of intimacy, the shavings of human interaction and interconnectivity and somehow I’ve duped myself into believing that it is enough for me.

Illusion

She goes to sleep with the illusion of human connection glowing from her TV and spends her days watching people in a box as if real people she could hug and touch were only a thing of museums and she had to pay just to get in, because if she can’t rely on her loved…

Puzzle

I keep looking for my answers in someone else, I know no one can solve me the human heart is not secretly disguised as a Rubik’s cube (if only) so why do I keep on throwing myself out there only to reel myself back in as if loneliness navigating purpose were something worth calculating but…

Friday Nights

Friday nights are characterized by the same kind of loneliness that encumbered me when you fell asleep on the couch every night.

Restlessness

I am tired of a restlessness so deep in my bones I can feel it in my molecules, a restlessness marked by this incessant need to find my face light up from my cell phone screen, to listen to the voices of people on TV to chip away at a loneliness protected by me.