I think as humans we have a longing to be with others. Who really likes being alone?
I guess, when I'm writing, I don't want to be bothered. But... When the writing is done... Then what?
I stare at my four walls. They don't speak to me except to say, "You're alone."
There's my cat, Leppard. But all he does is go, "Meow."
I wish I knew what he was trying to say. I don't. So... My four walls seem like a prison- solitary confinement. I'm going on 4 years of my sentence.
When will it end?
