“And what of loneliness,” you ask.
And I say, “what about it?”
What does it even mean?
Does being in a room alone,
avoiding contact,
no conversation,
few, if any, friends,
do these equal loneliness?
And what is the cure?
Taking in the company,
of a boring mind,
to while away the hours,
in a numbing drone,
with some small, weak,
lacking brain,
incapable of,
a unique thought?
Thank you but,
I’d rather be alone.