Loneliness: Past, Present, and the Future J.R.R. • • • •
Needing a hand in the middle of despair and unsurprisingly no one was there. Talking to yourself without a mirror was a brave dare like a fool smiling, crying, and laughing— a stare.
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Reminiscing, suddenly an uneventful rain was falling, and a wet black floor was making. Then there was that water reflecting, and the stare began talking.
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Still laughing out loud insulted by the unflinching stare was an immediate silence that no one hears. When out of nowhere asking a sentimental question, “are you there?”
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Reminiscing and understanding the thoughts made the eyes blink, the peace and harmonious silence concluded— thinking while answers are still in the making “I am still here,” began talking.
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