Near the end of his life, he searched through the motives behind all of the stupid things he had done. When it was not carelessness, it was loneliness.
I’m not lonely.
I’m just alone.
I imagine the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore, magnificent and powerful, crashing and waning, crashing and waning, but now the rhythm takes on a melancholy feeling and the desperation creeps back and the crashing waves become a drum beat and the drum beat becomes a heartbeat and I feel panicked and lonely. Damn it!
So you were lonely and I was bored and on we went.
Then you got bored and now I’m lonely.
Being lonely and being alone aren’t the same thing. I just happen to be both.
I have lots of friends,But I am feeling myself lonely.
I want to share every thing,But I have to make some new friends.
They drop you off on the island and give you a gun with one bullet. One more day, I keep telling myself, but another day on saltwater and seaweed and I might not even know what a gun is.
The woman sang a sad song. Her voice echoed through the old empty seats.