When winter gets ready to pack up and leave I feel sad. It is a bit like a faithful friend departing. I know, he will be back. Even when I am not here anymore he will definitely be back. Looking for old buddies. Draped in the white he loves. With his heart all cold as ever. Making you wish he won't be so constant. And then leaving you feeling nostalgic. I am sure the grim reaper is white. That is not the color he is usually portrayed in, but what else can it be, but white. Maybe he even has a dove for a pet.
Maybe loneliness implies detachment. This is not what an old comment on this blog says. It says loners are basically asocial beings with some hidden grudge in thier minds. I don't think so. May be there are loners of that version out there. But detachment is the phrase that has been on my mind for some days now. The true meaning of detachment is way beyond me. Embracing emotions, experiences. I don't know. May there is something in that.
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