A Perfect Loneliness
Can there be a perfect loneliness? Can one ever live to see it? Does it have a face? Does it have a feel? Does one know when they are so blessed…
I’ve seen it. I have seen loneliness at it’s very bottom. I have been to that place. Alone, standing at the end of a cell block. A place where the forgotten, are kept behind locked steel doors. Men in numbered shirts, old, minds gone. They barely function. They know meal time by the sqweek of the carts wheels. Slowly they would emerge… I saw them. The first one, I stared at his facial emotions. I would not wish that emotion on Satan. It was more than the perfect loneliness, no, it was the perfect waste of a human caged.
Tonight as I write this, I thank the stars for this feeling of loneliness. I know to be alone and strong to no end is purely a gift. A special gift. Once you master the isolated heart, you know you are a leader. Nothing can draw you off course. Caged there are no routes to take-only paths of dreams. A walk with no opening. Strange how lovely a strongness can be.
They tell us come next year, each two man cell will become a three man cell. No, I don’t think this is something I will do. Zoo’s do not do it. No matter how deep and dark they cage me, I will write, and you will hear – hear my blog.