I miss the solitude. It was the one thing I could get before I ended up where I am. You would think where I am would be more the place for solitude than where I was, but the truth is I was more alone in the crowd. I am less alone even though I feel lonely. I would prefer to be alone with others than to be lonely by myself. Yes, this too has become a confessional for me as well. I don’t write anymore. I can’t find the words. I type. I type less than I want. But I type. I have everything and yet I have no urge to do a thing. I hear you, even though I am not there to listen. I would be no good this week. I don’t even know who I am right now. I do not recognize the face and certainly not the actions. Why is it that everyone is waiting to be heard? Do they have anything to say? Am I arrogant to say they don’t yet believe I do? Yet I would rather sit aside patiently waiting for someone to notice the silence and realize it was me. Tis better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool, than to open it and prove it. Chatter chatter chatter chatter.