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Originally Posted by emptynightmare
I just had a solitary dinner of pho, all on my own, at around 9 pm.
Rare beef flank cooking before my eyes in the soup. The night pressing in the windows.
You can't see the stars in the city.
I have felt alone my whole life. It is very strange.
Growing up alone, I have become, I think, a very complete, and yet incomplete, adult.
Sometimes I feel more incomplete than usual, and I go eat noodles, bring a book, and write poetry in the margins.
I guess I feel complete on my own. The incompleteness isn't loneliness really. It's more like I feel lost, like life is the ocean and I'm adrift.
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I don't believe I've read a post more poignantly sad than yours. Part of that is you are obviously a master of the language, part of that is your username and your history. But I thank you for your post, because it describes perfectly that sense of being unmoored in some vastness. And yet ... there's no particular direction that I need to go, and no storm approaching, so I can bob about in the middle of it for a while, going nowhere.