Oh, I am alone, but not the kind that wears loneliness like a flag and waits for rescue.
I am simply alone.
I count the hours until the world grows quiet enough to hear my own breathing.
I pray. I truly pray. One by one, I make peace with my sins.
No one has ever learned the geography of my chaos.
I loved someone once. But loving and knowing how to love have never been the same thing.
Perhaps that is why I remain here.
Once, I was made of a thousand different selves.
Now I am almost nothing.
And somehow,
almost nothing has become enough.
Le Hermit
















