I am sitting in my room sipping my favourite coffee Nat King Cole is playing softly in the background. For a while, I am pondering on my dilemma of why I am still alone.
But I can’t come up with a concrete answer to my puzzle.
Yes, I know a lot of people, some of them over the years became my friend or did they? And some of them became my very well-known acquaintances.
In time they would also slowly but surely fade out of my earthly life.
How I would like to taste the sweet rose of love.
Even the universe stares at me as if I betrayed it.
Most times out of sheer loneliness, I converse with my shadow pretending it’s my friend.
If my shadow could speak, it would speak volumes about me and my utter loneliness. I truly hope I find someone to talk to.
Indeed I am alone.