Remember the time, loneliness was like a tree*? Large, expansive, with arms shooting out in every direction, rooted and there to stay. If ever you felt yourself slipping out of its grip, an arm would appear out of no where and scoop you back, placing you at the heart of it all over again.
Entire worlds would pass you by. Seasons would swim by. Colours changed within and without.
And the tree remained. Ever pervasive. Rooted. There to stay.
*throwback to one of my most favourite, most loved posts on TRQ’s blog.