Loneful
The other day my mother asked me if I was lonely.
Lonely. Hmm. Am I lonely? Well I don’t know. There are a lot of negative connotations that go along with that word. I could go with lonesome; I have some lone about me. Or to coin a new word, loneful– I am full of lone. Because being alone does not leave me blank or empty. No. Lone is a very strong presence; like the flavor lurking in the depths of an innocuous cup of coffee, or the fragrance latant in a stick of incense. My lone keeps me company; never less alone than when alone.
Isn’t everyone a bit lonely?
October 17th, 2006 at 6:27 pm
I like the loneful thing - it means that the glass doesn’t have to be either half full or half empty. Just as long as it’s *mine*, it’ll give me some level of happiness.
October 20th, 2006 at 10:16 am
Thanks for coming over last night and keeping me from being loneful!
October 20th, 2006 at 11:42 am
Thanks for dying my hair and cooking me chicken nuggets! And yay for Grey’s Anatomy and Six degrees too.