somedays i'm terribly thankful,

my work and my freetime are basically spent in the same way.

sometimes i'm especially thankful,

i get to read certain people

and such amazing insights

that even if it hurts me so badly,

i know it is out of love

and i know this is the only true reality.

when there is that sort connection with something that is not even alive: just plain typed words on a page, i recover hope.

i can be alone, in my room, reading.

but i will never be lonely.