Does aloneness have a shape to it? Maybe aloneness is just a way of living.
Sometimes it could be the way you check into a hospital as you would into a movie hall.
Or it could be the way you learn to treat pain as if it didn't exist.
It could be the way you learn to hear callous remarks and unhear them away.
It could also be the way you hold to every gesture of kindness in away you wouldn't have hadn't you been alone.
It could be as simple as lying on a hospital bed and thinking of childhood and the hands that never let you go.
It could be as simple as the way you hold to the memory of a stranger though you know he is neither around nor knows your struggle.
It could be the best that quiet way you grow so familiar with a formless pain that you sleep beside it as if it were just another self.
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