I sit alone in the dark room again, the night rain knocks on my window in morse code asking if I am ok? So I quickly tap back -. — to it. With the howl of the wind it disappears for a brief second just to come back with company. He is joined by loneliness, I look at them through my closed window trying to decide should I let them in or not.
From the attic I can sense something looking down at me so I decide to let them in to build up courage through company. I open the window and the feeling of unease together with the mysterious eyes disappears. Loneliness sits beside me and the rain says it would rather stay outside so I shake its wet hand and close the window again.
We talk in silence without end as no words are required, she reads my emotions and I can hear her clearly in my head. We move all sorts of events from the past, present and future. All my worries, doubts, fears and regrets. She listens patiently and I know I can let my thoughts flow like the tear on my cheek. And when I am done she gives me her opinion telling me it will get better and what’s in the past is in the past. We soon switch roles and she starts to tell me what troubles her that people often fear and hurt her when she didn’t do anything wrong. I notice the rain outside listening to her in secret as if he can relate to what she is saying. I show her my understanding unfortunately there is not much I can but try to make some people aware of what she feels.
We sit like this till the morning comes and the last droplets of rain tap on the window saying it’s time for them to go so I open the window to let the loneliness out saying goodbye wondering when she will come again. I finally go to bed trying to find sleep yet in my head is the question which loneliness asked me. “Why do people fear me and don’t like me? I just come to those who are alone to keep them company and yet they call me loneliness.”