Saturday, May 5, 2012

24 – You’re at confession, so confess the unspeakable.

What does it mean to confess? Is a confession to tell that which no other knows? If so, then for those who live alone, to tell of most things is a confession. The lonely live their quiet private lives behind the windows and walls, separated from the rest of the world. Untold hours can pass in the hissing silences, alone with their actions and thoughts. They walk the streets like ghosts, peering into the public lives of others as into the warmth of a family home from the dark infinify of night. Unseen, seeing, separate and separated.

So the unspeakable is that feeling that cannot be shared because it is destroyed by the act of sharing. To articulate loneliness is to have faith that you are not alone.

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