From one anuptaphobic to another,
In my stream of consciousness there’s a place that I know the lonely are meek and the meek are insufferable. They’re left twisted in the torment of their own company; a fate I would not wish on my closest friend or worst foe.
But sometimes, when the lights dim and the tender twinkle of starlight cannot strain beyond the darkened clouds, my thoughts stray to a place of exile. In this space the sound of my own heartbeat is deafening. Thumping in a cadence of ethereal design, it reaches out for a counterpoint to match its rhythm. It longs for a melody to make it whole.
I surge onward in fear that I may come off cliché, but in the unforgiving world of reckless abandon I believe there is a common thread that makes us all the same. A basic need, more necessary than food or water combined.
In the end we all fear that eventually this need will be unfulfilled and our hearts will shatter beneath the paws of our cat companions. Cats and I have never gotten along and so I find this future unacceptable. Shall it happen, I would find myself unconsolable, unsettled, undesired.
Wasting away in the turmoil of my own personal nightmare, I know that this fear is one that haunts my nights and my days. To me there is no greater punishment than the inhumane isolation of solitary confinement. So to think of solitary confinement of the heart is unimaginable.
Instead of drowning in fear, I pine and I long to one day release my heart from the cavity that incases it. I long for a time when my racing thoughts can be replaced by whispered promises and advances. I long for a time when the twinkle of stars will break through the heavy blanket of sky and beam down through the thinly pained glass of my life. But mostly, I long for a time when my heart, open and unafraid, will finally find a melody to match its own. I long to love and to be loved in return.
I’d like to think I have time, but then again, I fear I don’t.