The loneliness was relentless. The air grew so thick you could drown if you took a deep enough breath.

Life is prolonged heartache with intermittent intervals of contentment.

I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.

I was lonely. I felt it deeply and permanently, that this state of being on my own might never disappear. But I welcomed the lonliness, which had everything to do with being anonymous. It's never lonliness that nibbles away at a person's insides, but not having room inside themselves to be comfortably alone.

He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.

The sadness strummed my heart to the tune of a Spanish guitar. Each chord was a lullaby of days passed, moments lost and dreams that would never be.