You can't touch loneliness, it's just one of those beautiful
things that will surround your entire being.. sometimes even
when you're completely enveloped in the chatter, presence of
other little humans, it will still cause your heart to ache. You
might just sit there staring off into space wishing someone
could make the world seem smaller, more welcoming, make it seem
like somewhere anyone might want to be.  small piece of false
sanity  found in terrible... alone and i loved it, the way i
heard nothing but soft wind, light  rain filling puddles and
you were no where around i still felt your hand upon my shoulder
but could not escape overwhelming loneliness because your
presence is somehow less when it exists solely in thought  i am
only as alone as i choose to be, and i can't touch my own
loneliness, but i can feel yours, hers, even from such a
distance that could not be crossed in few moments. my eyes
wander to the window and i stare out at a universe that won't
let me be close to you, but instead would ha