Saturday, December 02, 2006

The House is Empty


Searching, wandering, roaming the house, room by room, I flip on the light, the shadows scurry away, my eyes search, there is no one, my ears strain for the sound of a voice, there is no one, I am alone. I am left with nothing but silence and an empty house. I need to feel, I need to embrace, I need to be embraced, I need to feel something, but there is no one here, there is nothing but an empty house, nothing but a deafening quiet silence. God, I need a hug . . .

7 comments:

Spider said...

If you were here, I would give you a big, warm hug my friend...

Lyngwood said...

Stephen:

Your house isn't empty: you are there and we, your readers, are there with you.

Be well; be self-aware; and feel hugged and loved.

Stephen said...

spider, thanks buddy, I needed that, maybe one day it will be a hug for real.

lyngwood, how sweet, your comment was a much needed hug, thank-you.

The Persian said...

I feel the same lonliness my friend, and I know it can get overwhelming at times. I wish I could be there to hug you until the the shadows and silence fade away into sunshine and laughter.


*Persian hugs*

Stephen said...

persian, yes, the lonliness can be so overwhelming at times it can block out the sunshine but when friends like you stops by the closet, the clouds rolls away. Thanks for the much needed hugs, you know I gladly give them to you in return.

Mike said...

I'd give you a hug if I were there...

Stephen said...

Thanks Mike, if only you were here. I would certainly take you up on that hug.