I would never be a part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be.
..I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.
I knew that others did not appear to feel the way that I did and I secretly wished to share my thoughts to know for sure. I remembering watching others and wondering what made them so different from me.
There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.
People so tired
either by love or no love.
People just are not good to each other
one on one.
The rich are not good to the rich,
the poor are not good to the poor.
We are afraid.
Our educational system tells us
that we can all be
It hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.
Or the terror of one person
aching in one place
watering a plant.