Moment in Thought

Write, pray, drum and eat if you’re lucky—is all ya got when life is lived alone. I guess with all that loneliness you get so good at something the whole world shuts up. Friends pass on, they find lovers and get promotions. I guess, people like me have to find the joy in being alone. I guess our hearts are not made for lovers, friends or careers, they are built to let go of it all. We live by the shine of the sun; the way it warms our hearts into beating.