don't know why solitude would be a balm for loneliness, but that is how it was for me in those days

[semprestate]

all it takes is a single evening of talking, relating, listening, to make me wonder why i go to such great lengths to isolate myself, why i crawl inside and pretend i'd prefer to never come out. and then a friend, one from way back when, who overlaps with me in all the contradictory ways that we differentiate, fail to satiate, feel inadequate for no explicable reason, says something that comes closer to getting to the heart of the problem than all my thinking in circles around it ever has;

maybe we want someone to make an extordinary effort to make us feel worthy

yes. & maybe i'm so much more simple than i'd even want to admit, maybe it all boils down to finding others that actually make me feel comfortable in my own skin.