Desolate

There stood the house As hollow in the inside As it is in the outside Like the taciturn man Who leaves at sunrise With nothing to live for But to beg the heaven To end his suffering And like the old house He is waiting in vain

Solitude

Seven days a week I wish for moments of some reprieve Of long walks down the beach near the house where I live Listening to the gentle waves kissing my tired feet I will count them the way I would my own heartbeat Tonight I will utter that wish again while I stand outside Under … More Solitude

Longing for Solitude

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s … More Longing for Solitude