Solitude is calling to me again. She calls to me on those dire nights and I always answer her siren song. She knows when I am drained, detached or drowning and will lift me from the depths in my time of need.
Does heartbreak keep track of time? Years have passed and yet the cracks will not subside. Time has a way of morphing heartbreak and grief into a loneliness- a shadow that follows me around. At least now I know that the answer is yes.