LETTERS TO STRANGERS ... LETTERS TO STRANGERS ... LETTERS TO STRANGERS ... LETTERS TO STRANGERS ... LETTERS TO STRANGERS
BEING SOME EXCERPTS FROM RAMBLINGS OF THE VARIOUS CHARACTERS WHO LIVE, VISIT, OR WANDER WHERE THEY WILL GO TO WRITE
LETTERS TO STRANGERS
[ FROM THE CHRONICLE GROUP ] I'm pretty new here, im not really big on sharing feelings.Most times i dont know how to talk to people never mind get a point across. I dont know if im alone or not in the way i think and feel, i have always seen life as something that had more to give than what normal boring everyday life had to offer. I spent so many nights lying awake feeling like something inside me was about to explode like there was something out there for me someting amazing something i couldnt see but could just barely touch, enough to know it exists but not enough to know what it was. There are no words to explain what it's like. Something like an ache but too close to pain to be called an aching, but at the same time a feeling so beautiful i cannot immagine life without it. Every where i go i feel like theres something waiting for me just around the corner something i've been waiting all my life to find or to find me. I cant sit still anymore, it's almost like someone is dragging me around by the pitt of my stomach, by my heart strings, and there's nothing i can do to stop it. I dont even know if i want to stop it now. Nothing can compare to it there is nothing to measure it by. It is the most wonderful and at the same time useless and all consuming feeling i have ever had but without it there seems no hope. Just numbness, nothing to feel, nothing to look forward to.A life without meaning. Some people say that i live in fantasy but to me there has to be something else, something to believe in. Something other than the same boring thing every day.I cant shake the feeling that there's something more, something way more than what my eyes can see. Does anyone know what im talking about??? stonedcherry_m I think you are as alone as you feel (if you think you don't share your feelings...then you feel alone... I may live in the same fantasy... or it may just be very similar in feel... I think if we are honest with ourselves, we all want more and in the end, we want unconditional love and trust and respect and appreciation and acceptance and attention... I know I do... but who has time (or the courage to overcome fears built up through years of misunderstandings and worse)... and when rare moments come, we're all so far away... believe we are not alone, and we can feel less alone... words bring us inside each other, but I, for one, seek more than words... the conundrum... a hunger so profound it devours the senses hope dissolves in a pool of unfulfilled desire so strong it overpowers all of the defenses that logic and reason and fear might inspire to give up everything just to put out the fire but everything is still consumed by desire why a baby cries even after well fed why a child escapes into dreams in her head why a body alone wakes with stains on a bed beyond any words ever said... alone is like dead the paradox... we are alone in our separate shells creating our version of heaven and hells living in deeds and in books on our shelves no one to know but ourselves we can share words and believe in our minds same thoughts make us one head with two behinds we can embrace and leave no space between but still we're alone if you know what I mean why a baby cries even after well fed why a child escapes into dreams in his head why a body alone wakes with stains on a bed beyond any words ever said... alone is like dead the riddle... so how to live how to feel alive to share everything and not meerly survive to know beyond doubt that we are not alone alone is like dead don't want to be dead least not on my own how to not be alone the solution... believe we can share enough to become one believe we can reach something beyond the sun believe we can create a bond beyond time believe we are not alone in our mind believe in each other, unite our minds feel heartbeats deeper within all in our minds why a baby cries even after well fed why a child follows wherever good dreams led why a body alone wakes with stains on a bed beyond any words ever said... it's all in our head your words reach me at a lonely moment during a lonely phase in an otherwise lonely life... thank you for writing... can I put some of these words you've written into my website ramblings?... if you are ever in Orlando, FL, USA, call... ric 407-426-7101 (voicemail) Life... The Show Orlando, FL Apartment Hunt Roommate Search Friends? "I'm wide awake at 4AM without a soul in sight and hanging on the hope that I'm alright..." ~ Carpenters ~ (home on the web) (more email groups) [ THE LONELINESS EMAIL GROUP ] [ is for anyone who has ever felt lonely ] [ to know others are out there ] to subscribe, send a blank message to: loneliness-subscribe@yahoogroups.com ... a friend is a stranger waiting to be met ... a friend is a stranger wanting to be met ... a friend is a stranger willing to be met ... LETTERS TO STRANGERS is a garden in NEWSBEE'S UNIVERSE and a part of THIS PLACE  EMAIL
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