Connect

The pang of loneliness weighs down my chest like a bucket collecting rain water. The sounds of silence reverberate through my empty chest cavity, reminding me of the heart that no longer resides there. Some days last minutes-others, months. Time is a trusted companion or a feared adversary. The burden of life permeates my thoughts. Validation is the only reprieve; requests for so bear no response. A person untethered bears a wandering soul. No love to rely on, no one to call home. So, at this thought, I propose, nay, prescribe- let's convene all the lonesome, the empty the troubled, fill them with love till their pain is all muddled. Replenish the soul and the mind and the heart; human connection, that's a wonderful start.