Comorbidly Lonely and Crowded
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November 15, 2008, 1:08 am
Filed under: self indulgence
Filed under: self indulgence
Four AM is the magic time. Drunks have gone to bed, early risers are still asleep. The one hour when you can be the only waking person within earshot. Quiet, solitude, peace. Then, it starts all over again. The least vicious symptom of daily rote — daybreak.
In that one hour, the yearning for someone to share the peace with is greatest. All of the background noise is gone, and you wish for just one person to be still with. To exist with.
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