Dec 12, 2006 16:40
The problem with being alone is that there is a huge void that refuses to be filled. Both inside and out, with no way to really plug the holes. That is what it is lately for me. I sit in a quiet, empty house every night and the quiet just kind of suffocates. Reminds me of the scene with Eowyn and Wormtongue when he talks about her bower walls closing in.
A few people and I were having a discussion about being alone. It went something like...Is it worse to never know what being with someone is like and living your life alone or to have had someone in your life that mattered immensly and then have to give it up. To know or not to know, that is the question...
Off to sleep and ponder deep psychological thoughts of emptiness.